innocence i lost
and never to return.
faces, voices crowded around
it had to get lost.
weak was my innocence
i let it slip anyway.
too much strings entangled
in nice and nasty order.
scissors is plastic
into metal i can't transform.
someday...
someday is all i got.
another's sticks so tightly.
acceptance... that i pray for now.
but now i'm not certain
was it real or dream?
