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Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.

Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.

Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.

Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
#73 in my 100 themes challenge- Thoughts.

This poem is really about being trapped in your thoughts, about remembering being innocent. Thinking of how unfair it is, wishing for everything to be different.
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PurpleAnimeArtFreak Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I love this! I can compare to the meaning of this. It's an amazing way you put this
LassieBob Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you. I'm glad you can relate =]
LovelyRangel Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012
How has no one commented on this?!

It's beautiful, I love the way the words could flow in a steady rythm in my head.
LassieBob Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
:) Thank you. I'm glad you like it
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