Like a ChildA Poem by VanillaPlaying with rhyme.I was four or maybe five Just beginning to be alive. The things that meant the most to me Were things to touch, to taste, to see Too to doubt Too young to hate Too young to fret about my fate My heart and soul were truly free and my whole self belonged to me But time's a hateful enemy It killed the me I used to be And so today I mourn my death and wish that I like Lazereth Could rise and be what I was then. I want to be a child again. © 2008 VanillaReviews
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