once in a while
i may indulge the child in me.
the one that enjoys cartoons
and plays games
and cuddles with stuffed animals.
the child in me
that wasn't hardened
by the world.
the child in me
that never grew up.
- a young heart
YOU ARE READING
In This Moment
Poetrytime is precious because of all the moments in between. --- some moments, memories, and musings written by yours truly cover by @dysanic
