WEEP

Better left to you, the reader.

WEEP

My innocence is lost, forever gone.

Voices whisper, guilt screams,

am I no longer sacred?

I learned the hard way,

making love in regret

only births sorrow.

 

My tears cry out for laughter,

the orphan within longs to be held.

Forget not the child that weeps,

for my innocence yearns to be rekindled.

But the sacred flame died,

the moment I made love to regret.

COPYRIGHT 2009: MATT THOMPSON.