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Remember when we were children
In that temperate age of spring?
Playing in those grassy fields
Without a care in sight?
The air so clear and warm and bright
A blanket around my suntanned skin.
The clouds were animals that we would pat
As they joyfully danced across the blue stage.
Drowning in the ecstasy of
The picturesque rays of sun.
We'd dance and play until we fell
Upon a feathered matress of green.
We weren't expected much
School was a few seconds' day.
Our clothes were ripped, my hair, a mess.
Toothless smiles littered the field, but
It was just you and me.
I held your hand and you held mine.
And you swore that you'd marry me.
I followed you everywhere, and you didn't mind.
You waltzed with me to music we sang.
Our games of make-believe
Would last for seconds to days.
I was the princess and you were the prince
With my flowing dress and your Epee.
Day by day, you grew inches
Your boyish features; turned to angles
Your untamed hair was cut and combed.
Little did I know...
I was growing too.
Did you really trade that sword
For a colorless suit and tie?
You call my dreams foolish.
Weren't those your dreams, too?
We haven't danced in decades it seems
That what you once were is lost.
You're not smiling anymore.
Where did all the happy go?
I look into your eyes and
All I see is fear of tomorrow.
Your silver is now gray and
Hazel dimmed to black.
Oh, how I'd love to see the earth
Through the eyes of a fledgling child
With not a trouble in the world
Reality is what we made it.
Good was good, bad wasn't there.
We had no real enemies.
We befriended the theives
We rode the dragons.
I stole the warm from your hands
While dancing to the music we made.
My love, how I'd love to see the earth
Once more...
Through the eyes of a fledgling child.
- by DarthPumpkin |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/29/2009 |
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- Title: Fledgling Child
- Artist: DarthPumpkin
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Description:
They say that one has to be an adult to understand true love. Perhaps, it may be the opposite. Allow me to elaborate. A child's love is love uncontaminated by lust. There is nothing but pure attachment and devotion. We were never told to be realistic, never told to be bound by earth. We just.... loved.
When I say "Fledgling"... I mean that as "just beginning" such as just beginning life. - Date: 01/29/2009
- Tags: fledgling child philosophical open childhood
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