It's childlike innocence
That I miss
It's that childlike innocence
That had me killed.
It's my very own existence
That I can't change
It's my very own existence
That had me killed.
It's the hatred of others
That poisons the world
It's the hatred of others
That had me killed.
It's the murder of a childlike innocence
That disgusts me
It's the murder of a childlike innocence
That ruined me.
YOU ARE READING
Tomorrow
PoetryThe following is a compilation of poems and short-stories written by yours truly in the past years. They have been edited for any grammar mistakes but, as stated, these have been left mostly untouched from their original forms, and many have been wr...
