by Costin Tuculescu
Her innoncence she wears
like a scarlet letter around her neck
So heavy is the burden
of saving her soul from their mistakes
Her eyes see only goodness
in a world corrupt with filth
Why must I be the one to bear
the grief that so many other relieve
If only it was so simple,
If only no one ever got hurt,
If the actions lacked the consequence,
I would've done it all before
She taunts me to corrupt her soul
and everyday I refuse
But the weight she bears is growing strong
and I fear that I will lose
But Its not I who loses,
for I have seen and done much more
If only she would realize,
its her innocence I adore