Youthful Innocence

I have been blind to the fact that every rose has a thorn in some way, form, or fashion. A friend warned me and now I'm here.

I've been blind,

Eyes hidden behind

A veil of reassurance.

I shoulda recalled

The painful falls

And the building of endurance.

     It's all still good,

     But I seriously should

     Use my common sense.

     I must use my head

     And simply shed

     That youthful innocence.

I've been naive,

But now I've recieved

Advice from a friend of mine.

And I must repent

Youth's innocence

And leave it behind.

     Every rose has a thorn

     And soon enough a prick is born

     And silently blood drips.

     If I'm wise

     I'll use my mind

     And wear gloves before the grip.

Reviews

[qaralynn]

nice write!!

[Jaeda]

Revel in what may be left of your youthful innocence. Just remember to be careful is my advice, but don't be afraid to take risks. A gloved hand isn't always necessary, but a cautious hand is wise. :)