memories

[rowens]

Maybe they're not errors. You never know these days.
Carefree laughter
and meaninglessness cries
pink lips
And innocent eyes

full of Imagination
Dreams too wide
Ending in fairytales
With a peaceful smile

When Dad was my world
And mummy its guide
Sis was an idol
And nothing to hide

muddy hands and bare foot
runing around , were the days
here


When the little heart blieved,
here

Everythng would fall into Its place !
here

Then the spaces between marks. Though they look like you meant to do that.