Sunday, 8 April 2012

I miss being ME

I miss the way I used to laugh
I miss the days when the sky was blue
When the world was true
I miss when friends were actually friends
When tears were temporary
When getting up was beautiful
When nights were not sleepless
I miss how the sun used to shine
Clouds were all mine
I miss when my heart was happy
My smile wasn’t fake
Pain wasn’t near
My soul was awake
I miss my life
I miss something no one else can see
But most of all
I miss being ME

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