Old me

Old me, I've been looking for you

for your naive thoughts, clean feelings, pure heart,

trustful words, sweet ayes,

and even for your immature comments.

Sometimes, hopes talk about you

and  smiles remember your good friendship,

the one you used to be.

Old me, when did you get lost?

Where did you go?

I've lost count of the times I've seen you

You just disappear as  vapor or fog.

Why did you decide to put your arms down

Who should I blame?

I know you are afraid to comeback,

Strength and trust you lack.

Old me, I'm calling your name,

awake from your sleep.
by Tutinea ©