• Innocence takes a form of a child
    I lost him a long time ago
    "Please don't leave me" he cried as i turned my back on him
    Undeserved tugs on my shirt went unheeded as i took my step into adolescence
    His cries went unheard as my heart turned on me
    The strings in my heart so easily played by the most unprofessional puppeteer
    The child sobbed by himself
    Why did i not listen?
    Why did i not nurture you?
    The one thing i should have cherished was left alone to suffer my mistakes
    As i cry i sometimes feel him tugging on my shirt
    I turn but no one is around
    I wish to see him again and hold him close against my tainted soul
    Just for a second, if only a second