Poetry

Her innocence was penetrated 
With a false since of comfort
He made her smile 
He made her laugh
Her beauty was naïve 
Never before grazed 
Until he passed
 
So vivid was her mind
So pure was her soul
But even a slight of love can blind
This her young heart did not know
 
And when he left her he left her open
For all evils to enter
She now disdained him
And his sinner 
 
Her eyes were not the right shade
Her hair didn’t look the right way
He so arrogantly implied 
And when he walked out of her life
 Her innocence died