What's left of me.

I'm new at posting my writing, so I hope you enjoy.

An infant girl wanders the rainy streets.

She’s still in her play clothes, didn’t bother putting on a raincoat.

Everyday’s a new day, a new adventure, no repeats.

With only her socks on she jumps in every puddle she sees.

She giggles with the becoming sunset over her head.

She was as colorful as the world, as happy as life.

Now this is the part I regret and most dread.

That little girl was me, you see.

Happy and as colorful as her world.

I’ve killed her, I’ve killed whatever was left of me.

The remains are a grey and bland girl.

Tasteless you see, that colorful road

Is where my phantom lays.

To be a kid again, to ride that life I once rode.

Oh I would give whatever is left of me

To have that colorful girl back.

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[wordman]

we can always go back home,but we can never go back in time