I was once foolish,
exploring places
where my petite feet
should have never stepped.
My tears used to fall
because of the rain,
now they fall
with the rain.
My imagination was
my best friend,
now I fear it
as it crawls into
dark corners.
I remember
putting in a cd
with no meaning
other than those catchy beats,
now my fingers reach
for a cd which holds
all the feelings
of one human being.
My fingers used to hold a pencil
with the smallest stub
of an eraser and the
sharpest tip,
now my fingers glide gracefully
over the keys
as words appear on the screen
in front of me.
Do not be fooled,
I have grown
more in size
than in mind.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
I was once foolish,
exploring places
where my petite feet
should have never stepped.
My tears used to fall
because of the rain,
now they fall
with the rain.
My imagination was
my best friend,
now I fear it
as it crawls into
dark corners.
I remember
putting in a cd
with no meaning
other than those catchy beats,
now my fingers reach
for a cd which holds
all the feelings
of one human being.
My fingers used to hold a pencil
with the smallest stub
of an eraser and the
sharpest tip,
now my fingers glide gracefully
over the keys
as words appear on the screen
in front of me.
Do not be fooled,
I have grown
more in size
than in mind.
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