Our pasts are gilded in rosy hues
painting the picture of golden yesteryears
Reminisce back to the innocence
blissful in ignorance
when small idiocies collude
into a charmed life
widening smiles like the taste of chocolate
upon a younger self's lips
the world seemed so sweet and sugar coated
just to turn bitter before our eyes
searching for the sugar once again
but all time hands us is more salt for the wonds
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Our pasts are gilded in rosy hues
painting the picture of golden yesteryears
Reminisce back to the innocence
blissful in ignorance
when small idiocies collude
into a charmed life
widening smiles like the taste of chocolate
upon a younger self's lips
the world seemed so sweet and sugar coated
just to turn bitter before our eyes
searching for the sugar once again
but all time hands us is more salt for the wonds
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