a child's innocence can bring such bliss
she doesn't know what's happening
yet still goes with it
this beauty once inside now currently jus resides
inside our minds
and comes out when the unspoken words reflect so loud yet unheard, unseen,
now seems so obscene to act like we used to act
back in the day
when playin with toys and imaginary friends were okay
now its not quite the same
talk about someone whose not there
and they label you insane
o how i miss those childhood days
we grow up and forget
how innocent we once were

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