Kids Again

Published by The Poetess on

Let my words be the moon,
shining bright under the dark
sky

especially when you feel
down, wondering why life is hard.

And let them fall to you like
a shooting star so you can
make a wish to soothe why some days are bad.

If morning comes, I don’t want
to be the sun that shines so
bright.

For sure enough your eyes won’t like my light.

So, I choose to become a butterfly
and you won’t have to ask me why.

We could be like kids again, chase each other and just play,

because life must not be lived in a hard way.

Life is meant, at least once, to be happy.

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