when we were young we all wanted to grow up
but now that we are all grown up we want to go back to when we were young

when we were a child we were carefree, naive and playful with much time to spare
now that we are all grown up we are trapped in our own cells throwing the keys out
time slipping through our hands
as if we are trying to hold water with our bare hands
no matter how hard u try to keep it the more it goes away
and all we wanted when we were young was to grow up?

A beautiful sun up there in the sky
Blooming flowers right here on the ground
The breeze of the wind so sooting, so fresh
One of the days that I like the best

During the night I see the white moon
Shining brightly as it blooms
In the night sky with the little twinkling stars
As I look up watching from afar

People helping each other
No wars, no conflict,no fighting one another
A peaceful world with everyone having fun
A world where everything is one


Have you already catch on?
I'm pretty sure that everything here is wrong
I think there's something wrong with my eyes
For what I see are all lies

I found you.
Different. Imperfect.

A sad and sickly child
alone in a faceless world.

Bland with naïve thoughts
and clumsy manners.

I found you.
Alike. Perfect.

Children are...
rather innocent creatures
Or at least,
I,
in my protected, childhood of fairy tales
Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs
Was
My third grade diary when asked to name something precious
-Family
Unlike toys unbreaking
Keeps you happy and safe
Rather,
precocious I was at that
but still too much
-Naive

As I still am,
of course
See, the thing about adolescence
Is
Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out
The time when we
              Think
We're out of the                     Naive
                  Quite dangerous, really
Since, we're really Not

A whole butload of
                         "adult"
                               stuff I'll probably
Be subject to and
May have been earlier if not for
My reclusive tenancies
and lazy ways
and protected life


I say it,
In a careless manner
Trying to look cool, even in poetry
But, like, it's going to happen
I'm going to come face
to face
Have to make
a choice
And it's nothing to be intimidated about
I tell myself
Still,
Truly a question
to consider,

I'm assuming,
one day I'll mature
And when that day comes...

Will I still be the little girl
With the two bouncing pigtails
Scrunched up face
Pencil too tight grip
Recreating
Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair
My nth drawing of a girl?

Mind uncluttered
with what could be
         what should be
         what would be
Only, what is
And what I want

Hmm...
But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by
and it's well past time for me to go to bed
Another year, past
More time gone by
More memories to reminisce about
But...
Also more to look forward to

my heart ached for the roses
although i longed to hold them
i knew they would create chaoses

sharp thorns pricked me
disappeared under my skin
perhaps after all you weren't my yin

my touch-starved body ached for you
although i melted with your kisses
they in sooth tasted bitter

i wish i had gotten the cues
i wish you hadn't left me so soon

you took my soul and left
disappeared into the ether
how do you ever recover from heart theft?