Tää oli vaan niin kaunis ja hieno ja kaikkea niin oli pakko laittaa tänne. ei siis mun oma kirjoittama. oliskin ._, mut joo. kannattaa lukea.
My Inner Child
Silly, gleaming hair.
Innocent smiles.
Barbie dolls.
Dresses:
Tea Parties.
Cute little legs
Jumping up and down,
Kicking in the water.
Mermaids,
Indians,
And princesses.
Small hands
Passing macaroni,
Throwing pudding.
High pitched laughs and giggles,
Big bows,
And puffy dresses.
Childhood memories----
A broken musical box,
Cracked mirrors,
Fractured rainbows,
And dead roses.
Grey faces,
And dark hair--
Painted eyes,
And crooked smiles.
Little children.
So beautiful,
So sweet.
Yet the child inside us-
--Disappears--
Smiles become fake,
Our faces superficial,
And simple pleasures forgotten.
Life becomes an obligation.
No more Barbie,
No more giggly tea parties,
No more big bows.
Only tears.
Sears.
And pain exists.
My inner child is gone.........
That sweet innocent child.
So happy and glad--
Has been brutally murdered.
Wind chimes and lollipops-
Carry the lost memories.
How I long for that little Amber.
But that is simply a wish.
Selfish men have taken it away-
Leaving tears as a remnant.