As I flip through the pages of pictures of my past,
my fingers brush the images, and I smile.
My life was good
The friends the family the laughter the tears.
The pass times the events the milestones.
These are the days of my life.
Further and further back I go.
God how I miss being young and thin and pretty.
The sun the beach the boys the dates.
The parties the proms the dresses.
The lazy days of no responsibility.
I smile and laugh as I remember.
The whispers the secrets the late nights spent giggling with friends.
Oh how I miss when everything was bright and shiny.
When the whole world shimmered.
And I was golden.
-Twisted Poet
