we listen to the soundtrack of our childhood memories
wishing we could play them again the same way they used to be
the echo of time passing making the sounds blur slightly
our mistakes and shortcomings weigh down as we reminisce of simpler times
tears and emotion stream down our faces and soak into our skin
the feeling only known as nostalgia overwhelming our senses
i want to drown in it
things will never be the same
though they will be that way for better or for worse, i miss those times
the feel of it all, not who i was
judge me as i am and not who i used to be
it hurts in the best way as i look back through fuzzy vhs lenses
though i am young, i still yearn for the pieces of my short past that made me
sculpting my malleable mind into this still evolving creature
take me back as i am, please
a boy whose childhood was wrong, and relive it as who i truly am
wash away the hurt and confusion
purify my soul with the innocence of a child's unscathed mind
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Poetry?
Poetryuh just feelings vomited onto a page, some dredged up from my school docs accnt. maybe it's semi-good. just basic teenage boy angst. enjoy if you want. heads up, some // n o t f u n v i b e s// ahead
