Poetry, Quill

Memories & Dreams

I had a dream,

I had a dream when I was only five,

Playing with dad and mom by my side,

And I had a friend who stayed and showed me the other side.

Then I went to school,

my family proud and beaming with delight,

They would say, baby we are proud, we’re here right by your side.

At the age of sixteen,

I moved to a city nearby,

I met a boy, my first time was also my last.

Then I woke up,

And all I see is dark,

Those are the moments I miss.

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