I miss the good old days, when things weren't so different

i wrote this hwen i was about 12.. the age began to throw away my childish dreams adn see the reality of the world

I miss the good old days, when things weren't so different

We were kids once

we still are

we made promises with our little fingers that we would never break up

but what does any of that mean...when as soon as people start growing up they forget who they are

the bonds we made already break..immaturity is my shield from the real world... growing up isn't about being mature

its about loosng sight of what you really belive ...and becoming something that if you could of seen when you were younger you would hate

we don't grow up...were not bigger more mature versions of our self's were totally differnt people

and we are no longer innocent...the play full acts we used to play have become full fledged murder

things that were jokes before have become weapons of mass destruction

we were little then, we were peaceful

and now were full of revenge and remorse..

Author's Note

Not really a poem.. just the ideas of a young child on paper

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

Yes, I suppose it's not a growth, but a change...nicely expressed! I'm sure many have looked back and thought the same thing a some point...Great write!
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