Those Days

A poem about missing those old days

I miss those days when I care less

more happiness, less pain

those days that my world was still small

I care less cause I don't know anything much

I don't care how I look when I eat, talk, walk 

or even when I seat on a bench

I just do it because I want it 

or it is necessarily unimportant

miss those old days i'm that jolly and not that serious 

those days my mind was just full of young stuffs, young imaginations, young dreams

those days that wounds can heal as fast as light

rears dry as quick as sound

and feelings is just a word

those days that problem is not in my vocabulary

those days that ache and stress are just terms in the dictionary 

those days that my small world can't hurt me

those days that life was easy

Those old days that will never come back again

even though I think about it for a million of times

those memories are just memories

they are just histories in my mind

well that's life reality

Now I just feel so lost like a cloud in the sky

now tears is not only a water that drifts from my eye

it is those young dreams, yes dreams my broken dreams

and even though my wounds heal 

it will a permanent scar in my heart

well, I miss those young days when my heart was just full of love

love for anyone or anything

And the problem is I care too much 

I think too much

and I love so much

and in return

it hurts so much

but just like clouds it fades away

but I'm not scared to be gone

in fact its a blessing in disguise

when I'm gone I think I'll be free

I'll be free in my next life

if next life is true!

but well, if its true

those young dreams that didn't come true 

I will viciously pursue

Author's Note

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