Best memoriesA Poem by stars are farOh..bro you are
now away and
memories are moving in my
head like a movie film .. When we
use to play together tables
were our houses papers
was our money barbie,
that was me Ninga
turtle,that was you Oh..bro Remember how we use to play How we use to make mom angry She run after us and shouts “Clean your room kids” Although she was calm But we were like guns firing Over everywhere Oh…bro Remember the days We were together Playing… Running…eating..Fighting… But now You are old You are mature You don’t play You don’t love to talk You don’t like to be with me You have your own days You have your own things And I’m sure That im not in your mind … Bros… Think one time Of our days .. You don’t want to Because it is the best memories It is every nice memory .. Oh..bro Our games are still here Mini us are still waiting for us to get back young.. to look are us eating and also fighting Don’t know what happened But all I know Life change, people change But memories will never change That’s how life is … That’s how days are … © 2011 stars are farAuthor's Note
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