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
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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