Searching for you yet again
You were my pain, and light
In real life, we were cold together within our feelings
I miss our feet going to our own dreamlands
Now, our eyes are now separated and almost gone
You told me before hand, but I didn't listen
I called forth your care takers so I may find you again
But I soon began to realize that I was almost too late
I washed you off like dirt on the throne, that was ancient and holy, like a crown with gems
Some say it was rather fake then true, but you were my flesh and blood
Shawnnessy I'll find you again one day.
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Nostalgia
Short StoryAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
