Innocence
So small, so pure
Tender and mature,
Yet somehow
Lacking
Innocence
A child at heart
From others, so far apart
Unaware of the placement of words
Giving an entirely separate meaning
Innocence
So small, so pure
Mind secure
Despite attempts to tamper
With the delicate camper
In a woods of magic
Innocence
A child at heart
Ready to play the part
Yet, is it true
Through this hazy view?
Innocence
So scarce in these times
Foolish with these rhymes
Interpreted and tainted
But unaware of such
Picture painted
A gentle touch
On the shoulder
Whisper of explaining
Drop of a boulder…
- Jay M
October 28th, 2019
I was telling my friend about a kiss, and they thought I meant something else entirely. The minds of people these days are in the gutter.