Your were sweet and innocent like any young girl would be.
You were ambitious and certain on the things you loved to do.
Passion was keeping your bones strong,
Art was what kept your heart beating.
You were so innocent, never felt alone
Until the day you started growing
up.
And that's how your cheeks were not so rosy anymore,
The sweetness became sarcasm.
You've created firewalls and cold air blew towards those headed your way,
Still you cared, but never dared to say.
Although lately you have started to let down ,
To break some walls, loose some torns.
All that I am afraid right now,
Is that you won't be so innocent anymore.
