Good Times

I miss the day when love couldn't be led astray.

When I wouldn't feel the need to make myself bleed.

When memories would last in the future and the past.

When girl meets boy and they only fight over toys.

When going to the park, on a swing, the perfect arc.

When growing up meant little, oh we were brittle.

When love didn't matter, ah the falseness of the latter.

When the word "try" did not lead to the phrase "let me die".

When sadness went away, and didn't dare to stay.

When wishing on stars was real, and you didn't beg not to feel.

When this tragic story was a trend, but in the present is has to end.

Like so much other things.

Reviews

[Initium]

I really like the idea, but you seriously(loosely saying this) could have made it better. I like it, though.

[-Aurelia Mirella]

I too miss being young...

Right now I'm visting family, and many of my older cousins have children that are from ages 2-6. I'm so envious of their innocence and carefree ways it almost hurts. Sometimes I wish I had realized that getting older had some disadvantages to it, because then I would have spent more time enjoying being so young.

Oh well..anyways, I enjoyed this piece a lot. I was able to relate to it so well, and the rhyming is just well...lovely. :]

Great job!

Always,
-Aurelia Mirella