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.