Her face is beauty
Yet marred by the pain in her eyes.
The tears she sheds
Fall to the ground
Like liquid diamonds
And shatter there alone.
And I cry for her
Stolen Innocence.
Tis a beautiful thing,
The raw purity of
Innocence in Youthful Bloom.
It's meant to last forever.
Meant to eternally bless those
Endowed with such a gift.
But when choice is stolen
And Beauty turns to Brokenness
I weep for its
Stolen Innocence.
this is a touching poem, written from the heart, nicely done, perfect 10 again!
I like this poem. Read my poem, when I was three. It borders on the same line. Then again, most of my poems have the effects of stolen childhood/Innocence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awwwwwwww, so sad. And thieves of such should be castrated.