I've seen all the wonderous things that this world can create
the beauty of innocence and elegance of love
within out hearts and through our eyes
I can see such a world of brilliance
but there is always that other line that differentiates an emotion
the unending road to beauty and betrayel
the betrayel of hearts
which when left open for love's passionate wound
devours the innocence of the youth
I, a murderer of flowers that once bloomed truth and tranquility
know how the decadence of innocence lays within my mind
with peace comes loneliness
but loneliness holds know peace
for a lonely heart can never rest easy
my heart does not sleep just yet
my eyes have yet to see the torture that can still be endured
but I look not for trouble as trouble seeks it's paws out upon me
I hope nothing of the tragic sort is yet to come
for I have so much to feel and so much more to see
no wall have I yet had to break or climb over
for love, not only has the capability to destroy a man
it can heal him just as easily
I, still being of just a child, am not one to know everything the world offers
but the true gift that everyone either has or longs for
is that of love
so may it exist for all eternity
for it is an immortal device for all of us to see