slowly sliding down on to the floors
thoughts of mercy, justice and truth
consume the heart of beauty and of youth
pouring slowly so not to break
the fragle heart that inward will take
this love and joy that is not understood
with conviction to let out all that is good.
with fractures and holes
the water stays in
though pain shown through tears
the molding begins
perfecting the outlets
for this youth to let out
all thats been given
and needs to be let out.
I sit back and watch the scenery
the life of one who wants to be set free
confined to all that a life thats lived will breed
to take away the inoscence that is meant to be.
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