I think of the days when we would want to fly
Like the birds above
Care free and laid back
No one to tell us no when we ask
The sound of the running creek beside us as we collected rocks
Rocks that would soon be thrown into the water
The absolute happiness of our small minds
Uncorrupted by the thing we call life
The pureness of our hearts
The beautiful laughter that was never faked
Times have changed and so have we
We still want to fly into the blue skies we see
Our hearts still pure
Our souls corrupted by the thing we call life
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a 17 year old
PoetryJust some things I've thrown together while in a sad moment. I'm not too good at these but they help me release.
