nesta wrote:
my writing style has become as boring as my brain in the workforce but i offer up my newest poem - enjoy! c:
THE CHILD IN ME
The child in me is crying
Years of me is gone
Not from memory or forgetting
But the things that happened not
The child in me is mourning
Lost were years of love
Quiet were the mornings
When life turned upside down
The child in me is crying
It begs for different pasts
It asks of its wrongdoings
Wanting other paths
It does not know it is all right
The mistakes was never theirs
Yet it shakes it head on bloody knees
And say "I know I was there"
The child in me is trying
Finding splintered winter sun
The child in me is searching
For summers yet to come
The child in me is trying
Sobbing through my tears
One day I stopped denying
"I know it, I was there"
The child in me is crying
Years of me is gone
Not from memory or forgetting
But the things that happened not
my writing style has become as boring as my brain in the workforce but i offer up my newest poem - enjoy! c:
THE CHILD IN ME
The child in me is crying
Years of me is gone
Not from memory or forgetting
But the things that happened not
The child in me is mourning
Lost were years of love
Quiet were the mornings
When life turned upside down
The child in me is crying
It begs for different pasts
It asks of its wrongdoings
Wanting other paths
It does not know it is all right
The mistakes was never theirs
Yet it shakes it head on bloody knees
And say "I know I was there"
The child in me is trying
Finding splintered winter sun
The child in me is searching
For summers yet to come
The child in me is trying
Sobbing through my tears
One day I stopped denying
"I know it, I was there"
The child in me is crying
Years of me is gone
Not from memory or forgetting
But the things that happened not


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