I wanted to write a poem about spring but everything i was thinking about went in a stupid little rhyme...how lame..though they were kinda cute, but nothing new though.
I LOVE spring so much, warm breeze, scents of flowers and just the memories! i wish i was little again, playing in the school pool or walking down the hill and smelling the blossoms. my old school was so beautiful, not only in the way it looked but also in the way it felt. Safe and fun, blissfully unaware.
oh well, old times are gone and i have to move with time. it always finds a way to drang us down. i mean, look at us with we get old!We have shrunk and NOT by choice. Not from the weight of the world. Just because TIME has found a way!damn u!...moving on....