The way u look at the world,
With those curious eyes,
Like a ready to bloom bud,
Imagining, everything to be nice.
You are like a soft sponge,
Clear and light, with no baggage.
Looking at everything,
Waiting to understand and absorb anything.
You forgive and forget,
Neither do you have any regrets,
You just smile with no reason,
And express your feelings with no inhibitions.
Those innocent eyes of yours,
Makes me, wanna be like you,
Irony is, you want to grow to be me,
And I want to go back, to being you.