Missing innocence

March 30, 2017
By kstover17 GOLD, Christiansburg, Virginia
kstover17 GOLD, Christiansburg, Virginia
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Each year goes by
while my friends disappear.
School starts,
were my friends really here?

The world was my playground,
I could go anywhere in a minute.
Now a big yellow slide,
limits my fantasy.

I grow older,
missing my innocent years.
Realizing I loved the creations.
Realizing I miss the lies.

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Haase BRONZE said...
on Apr. 3 2017 at 9:01 pm
Haase BRONZE, Green Bay, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
What's screws us up the most in life is the picture in our heads of how it's supposed to be;

I can relate, to the poem so much.


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