I want go back to that time

when ”getting high”
meant on ‘’swing”

when ”mom” was
the only ”hero”

when ”dad’s shoulders”
were the ”highest place” on earth

when ”worst enemies”
were ur ‘’siblings”

when the only thing
that could ”hurt” u, were ‘’skinned knees”

when the only things
”broken” were ur ”toys”

&

when ”good byes” only
meant ”till tomorrow”