Unforgettable - Poem by Jonas Goncalves
We visited that abandoned house.
We shouted our names for nothing.
We ran through streets before nightfall.
We hoped not to become that being.
Yes, ephemeral was our childhood
therefore I tell it with such elegance.
No, it wasn't a wastage
neitheir became an addiction.
Many envied our joviality
as well as our age.
Many planned our future;
always good and bad, never pure.
They disappeared with his yearnings.
They kidnapped her dreams.
They burned my memories with a candle.
They marked out our soft skin.
In all those years,
I've imagined which getting old
was a problem to solve.
And, looking back, I see us as insane.
Well, we are grown up now
and childhood must become forgettable,
however, it will never be possible...
remembering all won't be a delay.
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