Lost Childhood
My sweet tortured soul,
stares back at me through the window,
slowly floating away from me,
stareing back with sad twinkling eyes,
tears running down her face,
as she sing my sweet childhood lulliby,
wishing me goodbye,
as I seep into darkness,
revieling my hidden self,
alone and helpless,
it floats away,
what I was is no more,
only the cold and malice remain,
as my childish soul glides to fair heaven,
with only a half-hearted soul remaining.
Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007
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