Innocent
Is what you think I am
But you do not know
What goes on in my head
I could be thinkin
About anything
Everyone was innocent
Pure white doves
But what makes you think
I am not a raven
I have things to say
And they will be said
Because if I live in silence
I'll bite my own lips off
Innocent
Is what you think I am
For the memory of me is gone
And replaced anew
By a black swan
YOU ARE READING
Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
