If i were ten

I’d still tell lies
Blame my brother for crimes
At ten, I’d still write
Explain why carelessness is beautiful
Beauty would mean nothing
My father would still pet me
Pat me on the back for going against rules
Rules will be for grown ups
At ten, love would be innocent
I’d love without wandering
Without wondering
Fun, games, food, friends
Cruising on our innocence
Never will I wish to grow
I’d just love with the flow

Younglan Louis