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Give Me Back My InnocenceGIVE ME BACK MY INNOCENCE
Give me back my innocence,
Give me back my youth,
Give me back my childhood dreams,
And take away the truth,
Give me back my hopes and fears,
Give me back my fun,
Give me back my purity,
Please just make me young,
Give me back my memories,
And take away the pain,
Take away this adult life,
Make me a child again,
Take me back to years gone by,
When all I did was play,
With no responsibility,
Please take these years away,
Give me back the fun and games,
Of all I used to do,
Give me back my parent's love,
An live my life anew,
Give me back my innocence,
Please give me back my dreams
Give me back m
THE RESTLESSNESS BEFORE THE STTHE RESTLESSNESS BEFORE THE STORM
The wind howls
The waters restlessly stir
The waves begin turning
The air is heavy
Gray, Dark,
Heavy damp
Restless
The sky is gray
The world is dark.
No joy in sight
No bright happy colors
The winds change
The sky is gray.
There is no hope on the horizon
A deep depression
In despair.
Clouds laden in the heavens,
pregnant with impatient torrents
A waiting downfall of tears
of pelting rain.
The tension grows
The waiting apprehension
The restless tremble before
preparation
Tensing for the inevitable
The watch on the
Sand CastleThe reason why I hold onto these tattered memories
Is because there's nothing left to prove I exist.
You said our dream was only a sand castle
Quietly crumbling away.
But I argued
"What else have we got to live for?"
You left.
I took a look back on my sad life
And saw a calendar without any dates written on it.
So I'll start living my life
Start filling in the blanks.
I'm still sailing this boat
Back to shore
To rebuild that crumbled
Sand Castle.
The Day I Lost You
I remember the day I met you. We were young, only six years old, playing on the swings. I fell and skinned my knee, and you offered your hand to me.
From then on, we were inseparable. Through the hard times and the good times, through tears of joy and tears of sadness, you were always there. From the first crush to the first kiss and the first broken heart, you were there… always there with me.
One day when we were sixteen, we were walking home from school and took a shortcut through an alley. We didn’t know it, but we were being followed. He came up from behind and I felt a gun barrel push against my back. He said if we screamed
A Beautiful DisasterIt's such a strange thing when you dream about a person in your past; a person who stole so much affection from you at a time. It always hurts in the morning when you remember that they exist only in yesterdays and that no matter how brilliant the dream, it was neither real nor present. They will never do for you in reality what they would do for you in lucid dreams. They could never love you in consciousness like they can love you in slumber. They can never be what you so needed them to be... and dreaming about them the way you wish to see them only hurts when sentient.
Dreams can be so lovely and yet so devastating. They gently stir sleepi
This Meaningless StuffWhen you leave
A part of me dies
I can't live that way
That part of me
If nothing else
Has to live
So now I'm dead
Because without that part
Living and thriving
I'm dead
And you're not here
To bring me back to life
No one to take
The f r a g i l e pieces of me
And glue them back together
With tender hands
So I'm shattered
Beyond repair
And you're not here
To fix me
Why open my eyes
When I don't really see
Everything is just a blur
Of black and white
And s m u d g e d edges
Not really seeing
Especially when
There is no one there
Worth l o o k i n g
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