My childhood DaysA Poem by Destiny Dreamer"Missing Childhood Days"My Childhood Days I want my childhood days, wonder how they are lost in the haze Where I used to cry for my broken doll, instead of crying for my broken soul Where I'd think of flying high, never afraid of the broad sky Where I had friend too many, though I didn't know the meaning of foe Where everyone would listen to me, I could be whoever I wanted to be Where my Parents would know I cry Now alone in my own chamber I die Where with friends I'd play many games They don't even know me now, nothing remains the same Where for the broken toys I'd cry, Now with broken heart I pretend to be shy Where I was free like a flying bird, no worries and heartaches of this world Oh I want my childhood days, wonder much how they're lost in the haze
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28 Reviews Added on July 8, 2015 Last Updated on July 8, 2015 AuthorDestiny DreamerPakistanAboutHi! I love Poetry. I am writing since I was 13 and Words can't explain my Passion. I am very very Passionate writer and Poet. I love Poems. I want to be a Successful writer and Poet. I fell in LOVE wi.. more..Writing
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