tell me again, that story of your past
the one of you running away from the group of kids
because you stole their baseball
it makes you laugh so hard
that tears fall down your cheeks
i can't help but admire the pure innocence
that still radiates throughout your body
you see, we too will have a story of our past
one that makes us both laugh
to where tears fall down our cheeks
we will look upon one another
and realize
yes, our innocence is here to last
YOU ARE READING
words whispered in the wind
Poetry~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
