—
you used to yawn
tears would puddle underneath your eyes
and there wasn’t a single wrinkle of sadness on your face
just a warmth of mock innocence
i remember wanting to squeeze the life out of you
absorb your moment of post-yawn purity
and have that warmth burn my chest
that’s how i have to think about you
it’s what you are now
—
“post-yawn purity”
©Steven Cuenca
The Freedom Of 
Innocence really doesn’t last! Its one of the very first things that is stripped away. And then we spend the rest of our lives chasing trying to recapture something that is so like the wind.
Great poem! I Love it.
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Appreciate it! Thank you for the read!
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I know what you mean, we want to absorb that purity, loved it.
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If only we were sponges. Thank you for reading!
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