Poem / In time like this
I missed being a child,
having the innocence and
worrying is not part of everyday life!
when no one is around.
everything has to go
through my empty mind.
when all I want is to cry.
Hearing tones of voice
without a face to recognize!
Been wondering how,
has been asking why....
The jest of life is too much to understand!
when sorrows turns to pain.
Songs with unworthy tunes
makes your life in vain!
by @eceninzz
12 / 21 / 2017
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Another great poem my friend, you sure are talentend in this :)
not really my friend hehe. I was just bored so I am writing poems.
Thanks.
It's interesting
Thanks man..