i wish i could go back too a moment <br />when getting high ment swinging on a <br />swing. your only enimes were the people <br />who took your crayons. The only boys you fell for <br />are the ones that tripped you. & the only thing that <br />hurt the most was when you fell off your bike. <br /> <br />These were the good days<br /><br />angelica santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walk-away-7/
