I miss being a childA Poem by NatasshaLets face it... we all wanted to grow up and be free... But are we really free? Growing up sucks.I miss being a child, and the simplicity of it all. It was so easy to be wild when there were hands to catch your fall. I miss mother walking me to school and the good bye kiss that laid on my cheek. I miss the smell of crayons and the intense rounds of Hide-and-go-seek. I miss thinking boys were ugly and not knowing how much heartbreak hurt. I miss that phase of speaking bluntly and being clueless on how to flirt. I miss not caring about the value of a coin and being blind to who was rich or poor. I miss being able to wear skirts with out someone calling me a w***e. I miss not giving a damn on how I look and being clueless to what people thought of me. I miss eating whatever I want and I miss being skinny. But now I am an adult and I have to follow rules. It feels like I am living in a cult in a world ran by fools.. © 2014 NatasshaReviews
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StatsAuthorNatasshahouston, TXAboutIn the most confusing period of my life. Just here trying to live through it. I love music and photography. more..Writing
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