Innocence is such a fragile thing.
From birth on it belongs to every being.
But those who were so overjoyed,
Notice how easy it is to be destroyed.
It is a wonderful feeling as long as it lasts,
We all remember the days of the past.
But with every day that we grow,
Our memories will let us know,
That our innocence was washed away,
Night for night, day for day.
But I hope that someday it will be possible
To just ignore the audible.
To live just like you want,
Like a happy fish in a pond.
A/N
I actually didn't know hoe to end this poem, so it seems pretty random. But randomness doesn't hurt most times, right?
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RandomLike the title says...just some random poems that I made and still make when I am bored. So I hope you enjoy! Updates will probably be irregular, since I do not only write poems(I've got some other things to do XD) Also keep in mind that my first la...
