Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Poem by Moi

The treacherous mind of a youngling
Is torn apart at a certain age
Once the digit doubles
Only the mind shall remain.
Imagination will weaken
Creativity will be torn apart
Like tearing the wings from an angel,
you will let the child fall.

Albeit, many cases see,
the child has hidden wings
that allow him to tear the system apart
and on a fulfilled journey, he shall embark. 






yes i know it's awful sshhh sshhh sleep children and grow back those wings :3

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