'Twains Twains!
I want Thomas the Twain!'
You'd yell that
All the time when you were little
You loved trains
Riding, playing anything
As long as
It involved trains
Now here you are
8 years later
Still love 'twains'
But videogames are more your thing.
You were so cute
Not to forget, ambitious
What happened
To little you?
You
Moved on
And
Grew up
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Distant memories of long, long ago Of summers long and winter's snow Childhood games, cubs and scouts Hating school, bullies and sprouts.
The sunset shone a reddish gold. Upon two girls, just eight years old. They twirled and spun, they sang and danced. Lost within a youthful trance. A coffee table was their stage.
When I grow up I used to say That I couldn't wait For that big day When I'd be a man Earning his pay That was the plan I was on my way But had I known now What I didn't then I wouldn't have rushed...
I miss my childhood so much. Childhood was when I couldn't reach the table, Then someone would pick me up.
I remember all those times we would stay up all night long playing Pokemon and fighting over who was the better gamer.
Think back to the time when you were four. When the thought Santa excited you more. With just the thought of him at your door. You'd stay up until your eyes were sore.
Dreams keep running through my mind Reflecting memories of long ago. Made in a land of fairy tales, A place my heart longs for so.
Little eyelids flutter by Dreaming of the butterfly Made new friends They'll be 'till the end Making circles Singing songs Hop and jump Run and talk That's so close to life Yet so far Like dawn...
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