bring me back to the time <br />when we were innocent flowers <br />without a worry in the world <br />walk accross fields of grassy green <br />freedom from every crime <br />except when our mothers <br />told us not to run with scissors <br />life was but a fantastic journey <br />and talks about the tooth fairy <br />we sew the unseen <br />imaginary was more real <br />than reality<br /><br />Nate Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocent-flowers/
