✶ Come back.
-acb.
I will be brave, I will be free,
And I will come home to you.
The way someone comes back, but only in dreams.
I crave for that feeling again, that feeling of weightless
shoulders with the stupid dream of carrying the world,
the dream of doing all the things that I craved for, all at ones.
Childlike dreams are almost impossible—improbable.
Childhood is filled with innocence, filled with joy, filled with careless abandon, filled with this sence of confidence of what will be the morrow. Because when you were a child, you have no worries in the world, you have no serious adult things to think about, to ponder on, a child only needs to worry about fairy tales, about monsters underneath their beds—not about the grotesque ghosts of what was and will never be.
You will be brave, You will be free,
And you will come home to me.
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YOU ARE READING
my poems. nd shits?
Poetryi do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
