The good days

A poem

(Yes, the photo is mine too ☺)


I want to go back to the good days

like midnight moonlight on the river bank,
and running through the woods barefoot,
Instead of heartache, and damp pillow cases in the morning.

I want to go back to the good days

like laying on grassy hills, pointing out the brightest stars
and checkered blanket summer nights that turn into sunrises and sweet lemonade,
Instead of following the trail of tears you have left behind, and wondering what is left of you.

I want to go back to the good days

like walking on the beach at dusk, and burying all our fears deeply into the sand,
Instead of cleaning up shards of hearts and shattered dreams.


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