I miss the innocence, i miss the days, when all we would do was go outside and play, we hated our veggies and ate all our fruit, and and never once were we given the boot.
Our hand was a gun, and when you shot they didn't die, that candy was to eat, not to smoke and pretend to get high.
the highest praise you knew was your work up on the fridge, and the kids who teased never made you want to cut your wrist. That rope you climbed up to the big tree house was fun, but now kids use that rope for escape, they tie it up to the fan, and pass on.
This is why I put big dots on my i's and put smiles on the sun, so my innocence, or at least what's left, is not overrun.
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After experiencing my friends near death experience with suicidal tendencies, i wrote this. One of the many poems i've written, yet the only on this particular subject.