by Costin TuculescuHer innoncence she wearslike a scarlet
letter around her neck.So heavy is the burdenof saving
her soul from their mistakes.
Her eyes see only goodnessin a world corrupt with filth.Why
must I be the one to bearthe grief that so many other
relieve.If only it was so simple,
If only no one ever got hurt,
If the actions lacked the consequence,
I would've done it all before.
She taunts me to corrupt her souland everyday I refuse.But
the weight she bears is growing strongand I fear that
I will lose.But Its not I who loses,
for I have seen and done much more.
If only she would realize,its her innocence I adore.