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