the ruin of my soul~ third collection of poetry

the circle (of life)

a baby
just born
so precious
so loved.

to grow
to stand
to love
for what you're not.

to change
to learn
to choose
and to yearn.

to feel how it feels
to crave someone pure
to know how love
can help to cure

too early
sent away
no one helped you
to stay.

then they say
it's dumb
growing up
so young

for there's a life
up ahead
scary sure
but one that stays
the same for years to come.

you live
fall in love
have a kid
love some more.

they grow up
leave you alone
because they grew up
too young

and you cry
and you weep
and you wish you could restart
and you die
maybe happy
for you have a full heart.

then once again
a new baby is born
a new human
a new life
one of its own.

each child is new
red yellow or blue
the colors of love
the colors of you.

every child is different
new parents
new family to call it's own
but never let them
grow up too young.