The Past

This topic was created in the Writing ✍️ forum by Aqualad on Friday, December 9, 2011 and has 4 replies.
I see that impression of us in the air,
Of were we used to go where we used to stare,
I wish things were the way they used to be,
We were so innocent always carefree,
Now love has turned into warfare,
Instead of butterfly nets we use cold stares,
I wonder if we will ever see in the middle,
I wish things were how they used to be when we were little
Thank you for sharing this with us. It was good.

Paul
Your welcome I'm glad you liked it a Pisces was making my head turn. :p
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