I am intertwined
between laughter and sorrows,
miserable smiles

a tear running down
that my naïve cheeks don't feel;
Ignorance is bliss

Need a legion of
angelic conquistadors
to bear me away

on beds of roses,
allow thorns to pierce my skin
drag haloes in mud

in the remembrance
of a tainted innocence
willingly given

and a heart broken
many unbearable times,
but now its open...