Wasted Innocents.

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by NaDinSin, Nov 22, 2007.

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  1. NaDinSin

    NaDinSin Member

    We all start out much the same, our eyes so innocent life's a game.
    We love we trust without a thought, our affections need not be bought.
    Then we learn we were wrong, pain is real, life so long.
    Inflicted on us by thoes we trust, thier evil hate, thier twisted lusts.
    No one to help even if they knew, shattered babies what will you do?
    Growing now one year at a time, still unable to wash away the slime.
    Living now with the shame, learning slowly to love the pain, we glare into the mirror and find one to blame.
    NaDinSin.
     
  2. WhyMeWhy

    WhyMeWhy Well-Known Member

    Me likes..... maybe belongs in the poetry section?
     
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