Ms. Miss

Fri, 03/28/2014 - 05:24 -- HerSelf

I miss when life was waking up early,

and going outside to play on sunny days.

I miss when I could run forever,

and never grow tired.

I miss when my fairytale prince,

was the boy two houses down.

I miss when I was able to stop,

and appreciate the way clouds lazily roll across the sky.

I miss not having a care in the world other than what was for dinner.

I miss when the beauty I saw in everything wasn't only in memories.

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