Lost childhood

A Poem by Enigmasolved

Everything which we lost is what we can gain in no time

"Blissful Ignorance"
The word seems to make so much sense when my childhood peeks into my head.
The tinker of my bikes bell.
The words I used to misspell.
Selfless friendship was our obvious truth
When sharing ice-cream was a way of truce
Those memories Rams into the walls of my mind. Unabashed, reminiscing me of all those blurry impressions which are left behind
And now I am a shell of a person who has a blurry face and cares what people think.