What happened so long ago, when my hands were mere clouds in the sky? They were taken away, and no one wants to tell me why What happened so long ago, underneath the blanket of sunshine? The innocence escaping from a little ones eyes... Never again thought about, until many tears had been cried And not so long ago, there is a neverending dream... Insight of what could have been, flowing down an unreachable stream... Running into presents past, with all this anger, pain, and hope That the future holds something more, and maybe then I can cope...
Reason for writing:
This poem was written because there were many things happening
to me when i was little and now in my life and i wanted to
write about them to get it out of my system
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