Remember cool summer days, we spent in the shade. Laughing, running, squirting water grenades.

Together we played in the chilled air; leaves around us everywhere. The colors of fall was a sight to see, and no matter the caution you took, there was always a crunch under your foot.

The fun we had during springtime storms
We danced, and shoved; wound up soaked through and through dripping the floor

Forts, and wars when we spent the days in the ice. The warm drinks inside, the smell rang through our home, like that of a bell.

We passed with time, and now nothing's the same.
You are now different; you won't play in the snow, because your too busy,
with the deadly crystal angle.

She watches me, and smiles at my laughing face, but she is not stupid; she sees.
  She embraces me, and when I begin to cry, tears from her fall as well.
She notices, and worries when I am not in her line of sight, because she knows its not right.
  She understands, and when she does not, she doesn't hesitate to apologize; though she is innocent.
She protects me through a mask, because she is not what most see her as.
  She is my guardian, and over and over again has saved my life.

  How does one thank her?
                                                           ­                                           *I am at a loss......

im sick of people
everyone is "innocent"
everyone but me