Innocent Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

Innocent



And I blame the wind for blowing too hard

Making those leaves fall to the ground

And I do blame the rain clouds for the dark skies

Pouring so hard and making it flood

But I can’t blame the wind nor can I, the rain clouds

Definitely not for my broken heart…



How I blame the sun for shining too hot

Scorching and burning my skin too much

How I do blame the seasons for changing too fast

Can’t even have a moment to adapt to the times

But I can’t blame the sun nor can I, the changing seasons

Surely not for my broken heart…



And I should be laughing instead

Not cursing and blaming and falling and grieving

And I should be merrymaking instead

Not sighing and shouting and crying and needing



And I blame the songs for sounding too sad

Making those tears well up in my eyes

And I do blame those poems that talk about love

Reminding me of the times we once had

But I can’t blame the songs nor can I, the poems

Certainly not for my broken heart….



How I blame those love stories for being too lame

Filling our minds with ideas of fairy tales

How I do blame those movies of romantic themes

Fooling the hopeless with empty promises

But I can’t blame those love stories nor can I, those movies

Absolutely not for my broken heart…



And I should be happy instead

Not lonely and needy and grumpy and angry

And I should be joyous instead

Not sad and low and depressed and alone



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