naive. a young untouched soul, who never felt the softness of anothers lips. still in high virtue. naive. yearning for the attention of another. she fell into the trap of falsehood. naive. following a figure into the darkness of the small facility. taken to the back where it was just two broken souls in one. naive. older than she, his easy manipulation created and everlasting hold on her. "just one kiss." naive. that one kiss. something so simple turned into something so scary. naive. a young broken soul, only to break more. seeing such a warm heart in state of melancholy. naive. easy to take hold of and easy to abuse. you hurt her. naive. your disgusting ways with the younger, broken girls. making them feel wanted in every way. naive. just to make them feel less wanted. never wanting to be touched again. naive. forever sore to affection. building barriers so no man will ever touch her again. never to know what true love is. i was naive.
I want to remember This Can we build a grave The rain makes Her cry "it is only just the rain.." Please we need to remember Her
How I see this poem. It's about two people with two conflicting ideas about death. The little one feels that death should be remembered, and older one feels that we should forget death as it only causes pain. The main feelings of this poem for me is to remember death.
I put that in how their speech is written. the little one capitalizes what he feels he feels are important like the beginning of a sentence and a words like her. He also doesn't feel the need for periods. The older one on the other hand feels that everything is useless. so he doesn't capitalize and he always puts periods to remember that things should end.
I was blinded by a veil of innocence captured by an emanating light when people kept warning me of the fire in your eyes the poison which lingers on your tongue they said rocks are softer than your heart. But I was so blind and once the veil had lifted I saw a light so dim.
"Love is not blind-It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less." Will Moss
when we were young we all wanted to grow up but now that we are all grown up we want to go back to when we were young
when we were a child we were carefree, naive and playful with much time to spare now that we are all grown up we are trapped in our own cells throwing the keys out time slipping through our hands as if we are trying to hold water with our bare hands no matter how hard u try to keep it the more it goes away and all we wanted when we were young was to grow up?