POEM: I miss being a child.

I miss being a child,

When all my fantasies were wild,

All those wonders, quietly piled,

And for little things, I always smiled.

But I didn't want to be a child.

I wanted to grow up, never denied.

I want to experience love, purely mild.

I wanted to be free from the inside.

But then I realised,

Growth isn't always kind,

And love didn't have to be mild,

Being free can sometimes mean being exiled.

Thanks for reading!

I wrote this poem from a prompt I got from Pinterest. And to be honest, I really liked how it turned out!