Our Playground
Imagined if we were kids....
Playing around at the playground.
You will always be the one to hide & I, the one will always seek.
Peek-a-boo me!
We will be talking endlessly while you pushed me behind the swings.
And how could I forget all the jokes that would make my day?
We will both go sliding down the slide.
And how we used to run, trying to catch each other.
Ooh, I nearly lost my breath!
Playing around at the playground.
You will always be the one to hide & I, the one will always seek.
Peek-a-boo me!
We will be talking endlessly while you pushed me behind the swings.
And how could I forget all the jokes that would make my day?
We will both go sliding down the slide.
And how we used to run, trying to catch each other.
Ooh, I nearly lost my breath!
But then...
I ended up falling,
Started crying all by myself,
It hurts so deep, it left a scar,
A wound that won't seem to heal.
I had no one.
Started crying all by myself,
It hurts so deep, it left a scar,
A wound that won't seem to heal.
I had no one.
Tell me something.....
Where were you when the playground seem so empty?
Where were you when the playground seem so empty?
Love,
Eudora
Eudora
Comments
We fall, my dear, but we do get up again. Sometimes it takes the help of someone else's hands, sometimes we can do it ourselves. :)
Thanks for the thought! Your words encouraged me more. It really meant something to me. I'm sure I can do it my own. ;)