I miss those days, <br />Of utter serenity, <br />When we were children, <br />And happienes was free. <br /> <br />The days were a bike ride, <br />Was not a sexual content, <br />And the days were boys, <br />Could just be best friends. <br /> <br />The days were I could run, <br />And nobody would stop me. <br /> <br />I miss those days, <br />Of freedom and Joy, <br />The days were, <br />My soul was free. <br /> <br />I still miss those days of inocsesnce, <br />But my soul has a scar, <br />One that I caused on my own <br /> <br /> <br />(10th July 2011)<br /><br />jess jayne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-days-16/
