I'm not what I was..I'm what I will be

I'm not what I was
filled with those tiny awes
everything so new
why is the sky so blue?
I laughed, I cried
innocently I replied
I played, I got hurt
yet didn't lose the effort
my dreams, my little wishes
and visions of witches
my happy self, my small life
free of all the strife...

I'm what I will be
filled with something shabby
everything so weak
why is the air so bleak?
I breathe, I sigh
innocently I cry
I'm hurt, I'm played
yet time doesn't fade
my pains, my broken dreams
and nightmarish themes
my numb self, my silent straws
free of all that I was...



27th April'09 10:07 pm