Sometimes children venture out into starry skies
with mason jars and hopes of fire flies.
Their laughs echo and their hearts race
and we long to send ourselves back to that place.
Where we were all carefree in our own little space
and saw love without judgement, acting to embrace.
You taught me to love fearlessly in that regard,
free from encumberance, and no matter how scarred.
I wish I could pick out my mistakes and then discard
just as I wish to lay with you under this sky full of stars.
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