When did we change,
From throwing papers planes,
And driving wooden trains,
To this.
And when did we grow,
From Angels in the snow,
Losts 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 we did get taller,
Our dreams get smaller,
So now the only thing that's left in life,
Is this.
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry </3
Poetry> 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ! > 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
