I wouldn't call it love, but rather
a child's curiosity
Of a world I'd yet to experience
Being born again, I shed my worries
Simply to find that this new life
was full of them
Full of cracks and full of heart aches
Reproachfully, with eyes wide open
what I never saw before
I approached the edge of the world
Thinking you'd catch me when I fell
Yet
for all the hope
and all the faith
You let me down in a painful way
Time will not rewind to those days
I was naive
Of the days where that child's heart
Was mine and mine alone
And now, staring in the mirror
Touching every crack
The girl before me whose heart is gold
Is turning my soul black
From envy
A contest entry
- i don't know by Trigger.
541 points, ended November 25, 2008, 15 entries
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