My Dreams Were Killed

The beautiful times of the past, Which faded away so fast. My school days, Were cheerful in so many ways. I miss those fine hours, When I was bestowed with love showers. I was the child most sought after, Life was nothing but laughter. Until I saw him, And realised I was living my dream. All I wanted was his affection, To cross all boundaries of perfection. We looked like a dream together, And wanted to be like that forever. Times were soon taking a turn, And happiness was to burn. I saw him first, He touched me last. Now I stand here, With his child so near. A child with a child, In a world so wild. Lots of responsibilities, Lack of courage. A child in my hand, My friends with awards. I had taken out a sword, That killed my dreams.