I am ready to take your hand and let you
take me back through time and space.
Bring my tired soul to a time when
ice cream and candy was enough to be happy.
Take me back to a time when there was
enough energy in my body to run for hours,
climb trees and catch fireflies.
Take me back to a time when I had the creativity
to come up with scenarios about being a fairy.
Show me my time of innocence, let me live through it again.
Holding hands, sparks fly, I feel weightless and eternal.
I guess reality traveled with us through space and time
because it did hurt seeing that my time of innocence
was when I wasn’t even big enough to make my first steps.
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Pretty poem 🍦🍬
‘Show me my time of innocence, let me live through it again.’ almost a poet’s prayer