When I lost innocence
I mourned it
held it together
my poor broken dollie
but what I didn't notice was
as I forgot innocence as a distant dream
but clutched my sorrow
I was not grieving the same girl.

It was naivety and long lost ingénue that I cupped in my hands
and for so long, I pretended they were virtues,
and shades of things
I could never have again.
Foolishness, I know now,
for I am so scared to proceed
but it is better than turning back.