i miss running around
the park
with the strong winds
blowing through the strands
of my jet black hair,
my smile so bright,
it could make anyone
smile instantly.
i miss dancing
without a care for the world
be it in a mall
or in a busy restaurant.
i miss reading books,
giving all my attention,
to every word,
every page,
until i reached the epilogue.
i miss visiting new places,
my eyes peering
through the window,
breathing in
all the sights & glories
but,
now i think,
i just miss
being happy.
©️ Written by Viona Lauren 2019
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
i miss running around
the park
with the strong winds
blowing through the strands
of my jet black hair,
my smile so bright,
it could make anyone
smile instantly.
i miss dancing
without a care for the world
be it in a mall
or in a busy restaurant.
i miss reading books,
giving all my attention,
to every word,
every page,
until i reached the epilogue.
i miss visiting new places,
my eyes peering
through the window,
breathing in
all the sights & glories
but,
now i think,
i just miss
being happy.
©️ Written by Viona Lauren 2019
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