we are the children, <br />who never wanted to <br />say goodbye to our toys. <br />Whilst all the other kids <br />where following thier fate, <br />We where the ones, <br />who wrote stories, <br />about our adventures, <br />in little notebooks, <br />we where the ones, <br />sitting on the branches, <br />up high, watching the world. <br />We where the ones who <br />sang to the stars, <br />and imagined life on the moon. <br />We where the ones who <br />heard the birds sing, <br />the trees whisper, <br />and the sun shout, <br />in radiant heated anger. <br />we where poets, <br />even if we didn't know it.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-where-poets/
