BRINGING BACK THE CHILDHOOD THAT FADED AWAY

I used to be a part of this story

Where I resided in a wondrous place

Wee but glistening things made me happy

They never failed to put a smile on my face

I remember the days when I moved freely

I explored the world and inquired around

Hatred was unknown and my heart loved purely

Like a lifeless doll, I slumbered safe and sound

I long for the times I subsisted in dreams

When everything was occult and enchanting

Though I know it is as strange as it seems

In reverie, I find myself wanting

To go back, cease the time that passes swiftly

Reliving the young that laughs innocently

MY FIRST LOVE

"You see," she said, "your first love isn't the first person 

you give your heart to— it's the first one who breaks it."

 Lang Leav