Young Innocence
Years ago when we were young,
We only worried about what games we’d play next.
The worst hurt was a scraped knee
Not a broken heart.
We dressed up on Halloween
To choruses of “how cute”,
Not “aren’t you too old for this?”
Back then, you could sleep
At anyone’s house without your parents getting worried.
We lived for carnivals, weekends,
Field trips and playground visits.
We chased the boys –
Now the boys chase us.
Innocence was once real,
Until the day he kissed me in my room
And opened my eyes to a whole new world.
And now its gone forever.
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