Treasure Island

TheSilent Loudness


Childready


My heart feels poetic but my mind tells me I'm a child
In a cold winter heat is a thought from this morning of yesterday
And of yesterday I think often
Of it I think to miss it for its simplicity, its murals, its heroes
Its gullible, easy soul
I miss its ready acceptance
But I cannot return
I cannot return
In turn, I try but I fail
I fail
Return

Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2014
Edited: Friday, June 20, 2014

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