Those Days Poem by jess jayne

I miss those days,
Of utter serenity,
When we were children,
And happienes was free.

The days were a bike ride,
Was not a sexual content,
And the days were boys,
Could just be best friends.

The days were I could run,
And nobody would stop me.

I miss those days,
Of freedom and Joy,
The days were,
My soul was free.

I still miss those days of inocsesnce,
But my soul has a scar,
One that I caused on my own


(10th July 2011)