Take me back to when quarters were like gold, when hugs could heal aches, and candy made us forget our pains. Take me back. Let me feel that again. Let me remember the joys of playing pretend, of dressing up like a princess, of believing that one day a prince would come; take me back to that place so I can remember and see how far I've come and where my dreams can let me go. Take me to the days of doodling hearts, passing notes, and telephone calls. I want to play. I want to dream. I want hear adults speak and think I know what they really mean. Take me back to this place, this place of immense imagination, when I didn't know what it was to feel real pain. Take me to when I cried with no shame, I sang because I dreamt of fame, when I played make believe and I believed it all could be true. Take me there. Let me feel that again - away from this, this reality full of loose ends.
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