the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

my lost childhood innocence
The simple pleasures, from a new toy,
The blissful laughter, happiness and joy,
The curious wonder, purest of mind,
No clouded perceptions gained through time.
A blooming flower, so bright and gay,
Warm yellow sunrays, fill up their days.
White as an angel, a blanket of snow,
Innermost fire, warmth in the cold.
That is my lost childhood innocence,
That is my lost childhood conscience,
I miss when nothing mattered, I miss when all was fine,
But now that bliss is shattered, And I'm treading a thin line

6:41 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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