Sincere smile, long breath, dried tears, you beside me. It's no longer that way. The smell of my mother's embrace, and sweet words in whispers. It's no longer like that. I feel, sorry for myself, for not feeling that way long enough. I miss being, simple. I miss bossing people around, telling them "don't go" And they would stay, as long as I want. and nothing changed until I want something to. Now, didn't even have this bad intention to compare, but every time counts, and every act is watched, everything seems so mattered. Childhood isn't coming back. I know it won't. But, I want it back.
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