By Allie Marie
You remind me of when it didn’t matter
what we were going to be –
the time of young and innocent things –
the time we didn’t know we were free.
Years have taught us how to complicate.
My words that yearn to slip now hesitate.
We no longer know how to relate
when the stories on the news segregate.
I’m getting tired of dancing on gray wires
and of hypocrisy and cold liars.
You and I are losing time.
Speak your mind.