Old days, old memories
But here I am
Writing it in pages
Remembering such happy times
When the days were young
And the playground was my world.
Laughing not minding around,
Making friends as if it's a thing to bound
Talking to the moon as if it talks back,
Making wishes to the fallen star and believe it gives luck.
Simple things but it makes me smile, it makes me happy,
Just a penny but it means the whole world to me
I'll run to the store to buy my favorite sweet candy
Oh, what a beautiful old memories of yesterday.
By reminiscing those days,
It's far more different these days
The playground was no longer my world,
Coz the whole world, is now my battlefield.
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
