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[center]Shall We Be Toddlers Again?
We knew no meaning of words
So words weren't able to hurt.
We drew no promises from words
so it never did burn.
we knew nothing about
all the shouting and yelling,
we just panicked as the thin
walls vibrated.
we grew sad as mother suddenly
disappeared,
and we became closer when we found
Dad between buckets of beers.
Broken glass on tile floors,
like glitters making a pathway to the back door.
We walk to it, though the glitters turn red,
you started crying as our feet both bled.
The neighbor with the funny hair
and drum smelling clothes,
took our hands and said, "let's get the babies
some cleaner mini-bows"
He attached it to my hair,
and his hand traveled up to my no-no place.
I pulled you behind me, and grunted a thanks
as some thing change on his face.
It happened too fast,
the chill that traveled up my young spine.
I had to protect you,
but I didn't move in time.
Door was locked and we were flooded in dark.
You screamed, and I attacked.
I never felt the little blade sink into me.
or that you had stopped all the screaming.
I let you go, and you floated straight into
the light.
I sit here and I still don't mind,
that I was chosen to be
left behind.
But if we had another chance,
though I believe it to be insane.
Maybe it'll be different,
so shall we be toddlers again?[/center]
We knew no meaning of words
So words weren't able to hurt.
We drew no promises from words
so it never did burn.
we knew nothing about
all the shouting and yelling,
we just panicked as the thin
walls vibrated.
we grew sad as mother suddenly
disappeared,
and we became closer when we found
Dad between buckets of beers.
Broken glass on tile floors,
like glitters making a pathway to the back door.
We walk to it, though the glitters turn red,
you started crying as our feet both bled.
The neighbor with the funny hair
and drum smelling clothes,
took our hands and said, "let's get the babies
some cleaner mini-bows"
He attached it to my hair,
and his hand traveled up to my no-no place.
I pulled you behind me, and grunted a thanks
as some thing change on his face.
It happened too fast,
the chill that traveled up my young spine.
I had to protect you,
but I didn't move in time.
Door was locked and we were flooded in dark.
You screamed, and I attacked.
I never felt the little blade sink into me.
or that you had stopped all the screaming.
I let you go, and you floated straight into
the light.
I sit here and I still don't mind,
that I was chosen to be
left behind.
But if we had another chance,
though I believe it to be insane.
Maybe it'll be different,
so shall we be toddlers again?[/center]
Published 30th Jul 2014
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30th Jul 2014 4:39am
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2nd Aug 2014 6:14am
a captivatingly sorrowful ballad...
we all wish we were small at some times..
this captured those wistful feelings in a dark haunting way that will surely leave an impression.. I know it did on me.
we all wish we were small at some times..
this captured those wistful feelings in a dark haunting way that will surely leave an impression.. I know it did on me.
15th Aug 2014 2:14am
Thank you very much kitty.
I always try to write enough to actually leave an impression... just so I could know that I'm going somewhere
I always try to write enough to actually leave an impression... just so I could know that I'm going somewhere
9th Aug 2014 4:03pm
the end puts it together for me I love the that one question what if life was simple again and the boogeyman was just a legend
