When I look back, into the distant past
All I see is a young girl.
Carefree and innocent.
she was not yet broken.
Not yet torn apart.
Not yet deceived by the world.
Her parents warmth, not yet turned to ice.
Her friends laughter, not yet turned to disgust.
Not yet. Not yet.
If only time was frozen.
If only she could stay and be that young girl always.
Fly to Neverland, where the children stay at bay.
Forever, forever young.
Where she is not yet me.
Who hides away.
Who has forget the light of day.
Who only remembers the nostalgic feeling of Christmas.
Where the family reunites again.
The scent of cinnamon.
The warmth in my heart.
All replaced by the aroma of nothingness.
The coldness creeping, corrupting me.
No presents will come this year and the year after that.
No Christmas dinner, with crackers following after.
No wishes on a shooting star, as I have already made it.
It's my fault, I can't change it.
But still I want to go back.
To the time where I was not yet falling apart.
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PoetryThis is a poem that I made about regret and how it affects someone. I have added the theme of Christmas as we are so close and it's my favioute season. Can't wait for the countdown:) Well if you haven't guesses this is a poem about a woman who is f...
