Innocence
A turning figure in the pouring rain
A hidden face sheltered from pain
The innocent stand here tonight
And it doesn’t matter if that’s not right.
And unaware, you wouldn’t care
The angry world keeps looking on
Wondering when it’s their turn to be
Innocent, again.
And just a careless figure
Dancing in the rain
You can’t pick up the pieces
You lost along the way
Too little, too many
It’s not easy to find your way
And they don’t belong to you anymore….anyway.
A hidden face covered in pain
Standing behind this window pane
Looking out into the world she’ll never get to see
Keeping still in her constant misery
As silently as she could, possibly
Staring out into the pouring rain
Seeing in a hidden face
The innocence she was never allowed to gain
2007-01-04
02:11:52
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Donna Marie, that is EXCELLENT advice, thank you so much. =))
2007-01-04
22:03:41 ·
update #1
And can i just say..that im actually just amazed here…i never thought anyone would even like my poems!!..thank you so much everyone for all your compliments and advice and everything, I really appreciate very much. =D Oh and by the way, yes i did write it. :)
2007-01-04
22:06:01 ·
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