Remember before the
Days of darkness
Rise, there used
To be brighter times?
The days of
Skinned knees and
Dancing in the
Autumn leaves
Haunt my teenage
Dreams.
Back to when
Sesame Street played
Endlessly on the
Family T.V. and
If Daddy watched it
One more time,
He'd **** near
Scream.
When Mama had
Her Canon in my face
And I'd hide in
The tiny spaces;
Appreciating the simpleness
Of my childhood
Resting place.
Before reality set
In and rattled
My toddler brain;
Before the world
Would turn
Cold and "how
Big the sky was" would
Just become
Another midnight
Thought.
How could I refrain
From such beautiful
Memories when
They're still
Haunting my
Teenage dreams?
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
Remember before the
Days of darkness
Rise, there used
To be brighter times?
The days of
Skinned knees and
Dancing in the
Autumn leaves
Haunt my teenage
Dreams.
Back to when
Sesame Street played
Endlessly on the
Family T.V. and
If Daddy watched it
One more time,
He'd **** near
Scream.
When Mama had
Her Canon in my face
And I'd hide in
The tiny spaces;
Appreciating the simpleness
Of my childhood
Resting place.
Before reality set
In and rattled
My toddler brain;
Before the world
Would turn
Cold and "how
Big the sky was" would
Just become
Another midnight
Thought.
How could I refrain
From such beautiful
Memories when
They're still
Haunting my
Teenage dreams?
A sentimental piece because it's just a beautiful day in Michigan and it reminded me of the clear skies of childhood (oh, what a cheesy line, I know!)
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