OverThinker's Diary

Lost innocence

I miss the way it was before
I miss the way the conversations were complete
Like there was nothing to hide
Nothing to be afraid of
I miss the way Lectures were full of giggles,
And Breaks were even better.
I miss the way we were curious, Myriad of questions we asked
I miss the way we discussed the aspects, we never endured
I miss the innocence we had, I miss the childhood we shared