Dragons Are Real

I miss being little.
    When dragons were in my imagination
    And I could count on my knight in shining armor to rescue me
    He always would come


I miss being little
    When the worst thing someone could do was tattle
    And to feel better you called them a tattle-tale
    And you would forget about it the next day


I miss being little
    When boys were icky and had cooties
    And touching them meant you got cooties
    They couldn't hurt you then...


I miss being little
    When tears were shed over a skinned knee
    And the death of Mufasa in The Lion King
    A kiss would make everything better


I miss being little
    When you had a bad dream you could climb into Mom and Dad's bed
    Not sit alone crying through the night
    And keeping your pain to yourself


I miss being little
    Life was simpler then
    Not so full of drama and fights
    And friends were really forever
I want to be that way again.
Can I?
Please?




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This is the title poem of my project along with this blog. My poetry is representative of the dragons I've seen, the difficult times I've been through along with seen my friends go through. So enjoy as you read. And thanks for reading