I want to be a child
Picking daisies
And running
And falling on the floor.
I want to be a child
Yearning for attention
Dancing around the living room
On my father's weathered toes.
I want to be a child
Trusting
Fearless
Ignorant.
I want to be a child
I want to love again
With the eagerness of a doe
Bouncing around playfully.
But I can't be a child
Because you broke me
And my pieces
Will not wield to me
Anymore.
Rather, they wield to you,
Waiting for their owner to
Return and fix them
Back to basics.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
I want to be a child
Picking daisies
And running
And falling on the floor.
I want to be a child
Yearning for attention
Dancing around the living room
On my father's weathered toes.
I want to be a child
Trusting
Fearless
Ignorant.
I want to be a child
I want to love again
With the eagerness of a doe
Bouncing around playfully.
But I can't be a child
Because you broke me
And my pieces
Will not wield to me
Anymore.
Rather, they wield to you,
Waiting for their owner to
Return and fix them
Back to basics.
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