I look at you,
your soft eyes, your chickfluff hair.
You are just a child,
You cannot bear the blame.
Perhaps
You thought it wasn't important.
You did not understand why.
You meant well.
I want to defend you, to tell them
it was because you're so perfectly untouched.
But even if I make excuses into eternity,
(and God knows I would.)
The truth will remain,
Unblinking, logical:
One day you'll have to grow up.
If not now, when?
It's not my best but I'd still really appreciate any comments.
Thanks.
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2006-11-16
10:42:39
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8 answers
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lady_s_hazy
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