Heart broken and alone

Once I might have thought of broccoli as trees,

Or never had to worry about hidden fees.

Once I might have laughed all day,

With one concern of what game to play.

Without a doubt,

My carefree days would soon ware out.

 

Perhaps it was the way my appetite bloomed

When I knew my childhood days were doomed.

Perhaps it was even my work before play prioritizing

That gave way to my behaviors moralizing.

Nonetheless, my motives were evolving

And my carefree-ness was dissolving.

 

Out of everything I can say,

I knew I had grown when my heart was left astray.

Hurt, broken and alone,

I learned how to be on my own.

After so many growing pains,

Heart break broke the chains,

Of my child-like remains.

 

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