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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 cried went unheard as my heart turned on me
The strings in my heart so easily played by the most unprofessional puppeteer
They 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 noone's around
I wish to see him again and hold him close against my tainted soul
Just for a second, if only a second