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.
x
2006-11-16
10:42:39
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lady_s_hazy
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I will do...nothing... with it!
I'm very much in training and I dont pretend to be great yet, but I'd love to be a writer someday. Maybe once I've studied all the greats to death and done a degree, and poss a phd!
Thanks all you nice commenters tho!
2006-11-16
10:53:15 ·
update #1