I miss those days,
Of utter serenity,
When we were children,
And happienes was free.
The days were a bike ride,
Was not a sexual content,
And the days were boys,
Could just be best friends.
The days were I could run,
And nobody would stop me.
I miss those days,
Of freedom and Joy,
The days were,
My soul was free.
I still miss those days of inocsesnce,
But my soul has a scar,
One that I caused on my own
(10th July 2011)
jess jayne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-days-16/
