Happy's poetry book

My Place

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My eyes close and I am brought back

Back to the place that I loved

The place where I thrived, created, and rested my back

The place is cold

Full of items of old

Yet my chest warms whenever I look around

I jump over old broken toys

Books that haven't been read in years and cross my way into the closet

Full of memories and cheers

Just when I get used to my old place, my surroundings fade

No!

Not yet!

There's still so much I haven't comeback to yet!

I haven't yet seen the world outside my once familiar hideaway!

However my eyes open despite my pleas

Away from the place that was so full of love

Yet so much regret

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I hope you guys enjoyed this thing! This poem's mainly about me having dreams about my old room back when I was 12....that place meant a lot to me growing up. Especially with all of the memories and stuff I did while I was homeschooled. 

Thanks for reading and I'll update more when I can.