The Inner Child
I don't want to be your sister
I don't want to be your mother
I don't want to be your wife
nor your mistress or a lover
I want to be the child
you birth on a wombless night
Sucking on your needless thoughts
Playing hopscotch in your mind
Building castles in your hand
take your footseps above the sand
I want to be the child
you birth on a wombless night
Your burnt sugar,Crystallize
Pour it across your sterile smile
till it sparkles in your eyes
Make you play games
grownups wish but never do
'Hide and seek,Catch-you're it
Pillow-fights, and Mr. Who'
I want to be the child
you birth on a wombless night
Make you soar where the winds blow
Reach the kite within your soul
I would camp inside your heart
Let our rhytmic beats impart
I would breathe inside your life
Bring the sun,and end your strife
I want to be the one
I want to be the inner child
which kiss your lips with bliss
and in your joys,reside
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment