The Inevitable Loss of Innocence
I do not speak of the over amplified notion
The one with the birds and the bees and all of that commotion
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I speak of an emotion
The one felt amidst the commotion
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A new city
A new life
A new bed
A new strife
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Dreams come at a price.
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You stop skipping rocks
You start skipping meals
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You stop watching sports games
You start watching terrorist schemes
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You stop protecting your heart
You start protecting your brain
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I do not speak of the over amplified notion
The one with the birds and the bees and all of that commotion
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The bird is alone
Striving to sting like a bee
This poem is about:
Me