in my toy box of things lost and forgot
memories of things i once thought
days of playing as a kid
all the things i once did
amusing myself to no end
playing all day with my best friend
not caring about the time or day
and there wasnt anything we had to pay
memories kept
and theres some that i forget
memories made
as life seems to fade
as time goes insane
there will always be memories that remain
barbies and ninja turtles
what a mix
a few M&M's and just one twix
is all i needed to keep away
just give me this and im gone to play
on the lake since i was born
then we moved and i was torn
away from the house that i called home
feeling like i was all alone
growing up a troublemaker
i was always the heart breaker
running around with the wrong crowd
but if you would've asked me then i was proud
feeling like i was independent
not knowing what things meant
growing up all wrong
but still believing i was strong
i started to grow up real quick
it started to hit me like getting beaten with a stick
after the trouble with my parents getting grounded
i could hear the sirens being sounded
now im getting arrested
something i never expected
where have the days gone
has it really been that long
i wish i could go back to the time
when everything seemed fine
and i could sit and entertain myself for hours
just looking around and smelling flowers
back to the days of being a kid
back to the fun things i once did
back to the times of a endless day
back to the days of careless play
back to the times once long ago
back to the day when the wind would blow
back to the time with my curly locks
playing inside my toy box
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