Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
A younger me would forgive us.
Why can’t I say I’m sorry?
Some things change, some never do.
Cruel Life. Children Pay the Price.
Our inner children want to play.
Innocence of children caged by pride.
True selves bound by unapologetic pride
Our souls connect, but we don’t.
Tickle her from inside! That’ll work!
The yearning we will never know
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Comment *
Name
Email
Website
Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.
Current ye@r *
Leave this field empty
A younger me would forgive us.
Why can’t I say I’m sorry?
Some things change, some never do.
Cruel Life. Children Pay the Price.
Our inner children want to play.
Innocence of children caged by pride.
True selves bound by unapologetic pride
Our souls connect, but we don’t.
Tickle her from inside! That’ll work!
The yearning we will never know