When did we change,
From throwing paper planes, And driving wooden trains,
To this.
And when did we grow, From angels in the snow,
Lots of things we didn't know,
To this.
Can you put your finger on the day, When we never again did play,
Our childhood wasted away,
To this.
And when did we get taller,
Our dreams get smaller,
So now the only thing that's left in life,
Is this.✨🌙✨🌙✨🌙✨🌙✨🌙✨🌙✨🌙✨
M.P.G🫶
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Poems lonely and sad
PoetryThese are the ones for the people who feel their alone. The ones who are alone.the people who feels so isolated it numbs them. this is for the people that get it and people that don't don't