Little Me…
Sometimes you wish you could turn back the days in time..
Go back where there is no notion of any motion.
Where there is no pain, no regrets, no mistakes,..
Where you can run and hide, and it can all be fine..
Where all you can only see and feel is translated in the language of love and fun..
Now you’re just somebody that I used to be..

poem by WENSHOW™ www.wen-show.com