It was the first time when I was free,
When I was truly me
Why can't we go back to this time
When everything was fine?
We can both be truly happy, like me now
Why did you choose your way?
To make me sad?
To emabarass me?
Nobody will ever know
Why you choose that way to go
YOU ARE READING
Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
