Take Me Back

Reality out weighs fantasy’s

Take me back to the good all days
Take me back when we knew no difference
When our innocence was purely blinded by fun
Take me back to when we laid under the sky gazing at the sun
Holding each other’s hand piercing into each other’s eyes
Blushing and hoping to steal one another first kiss
Take me back to the day when you whispered’ I love you’ on top of London Bridge
Take me back to the London Eye high up in the sky where you first ironically proposed
Where every word was sealed with a kiss and embedded into my soul
Take me back to my fantasy world where I feel completely,loved and whole
Don’t let me go back to the reality world
Where our hearts are broken and our lives are shattered by the cruelty of this world
I would never understand why the colour of one’s skin matter’s
Why does cultures see colours
Why are children taught hate
Why does status matter
Take me back to the good all day’s
Where our innocence and heart could of never been broken
Shattered or dismantled because of the colour or race of one skin
Take me back to our youth to the days of innocence and childhood
Children in love innocent of colour oblivious to the cruelty of this world
Take me back to the time when our colour and culture never mattered.

Reviews

[Callista Howard]

Thank you for reading your comment was also refreshing to read.

[Shelley Warner]

Your poem inspired me to go online and listen to a song by the Jud's in the 90's, "Grandpa, Tell Me 'Bout the Good Old Day". Phrases like "families bowed their heads in prayer", "lovers really stayed together", "Daddies really never go away". Of course the good old days were not good for some (like racial injustice), but the values that we cherish from the past are worth holding on to. Thank you for writing.