I feel like I've had more to say
As a six year old back in the day
You gave me blank pages
Untold stories I mastered
Full of feeling and captivating ones mind
Compare to that I'm rather a waking disaster
A child's every word has power
Each thought makes for ground breaking material
But now I'm not sure why
I pull back
Haven't seen any ink fly for some time
Will this be my imagination's burial?
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
I feel like I've had more to say
As a six year old back in the day
You gave me blank pages
Untold stories I mastered
Full of feeling and captivating ones mind
Compare to that I'm rather a waking disaster
A child's every word has power
Each thought makes for ground breaking material
But now I'm not sure why
I pull back
Haven't seen any ink fly for some time
Will this be my imagination's burial?
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