The lost days…
Those days when I had two pony tails
Those nights when I slept to mama’s yells
Those days I jumped on the mattress
No one scolded me
No one thought I wasn’t matured enough..
Those days when I spoke ill of others
No one minded my words, just laughed together
Those days the loudness wasn’t a disgrace
I wasn’t told what is
My dreams heard, my tantrums accepted
I had a life, a life that meant..
Never bored and never sour,
When a smile wasn’t a show atleast
Never sulking and if so, being so forgiving,
All the people who really did mean something..
Those friends who held my hand..
Those hands to pulled me up but laughed at my back
For those laughs my tears spilled so hard
They came back to me, hug and said
It wasn’t me they were laughing at!
Those fights were so forgotten
mistakes were not a a crime back then
No one thought things shouldn’t happen
Smile and tears just came so often
There was no time to think unthinkable things..
Those days I knew who loved me and who didn’t
Those days when I was afraid, I used to cast my way
Atleast I didn’t play a game so vice, didn’t hide in my hive
Didn’t try to be wise, just did what I liked
Yes! Those days were the best days of my life!