Please, Innocence

Where is the innocence I once knew. Oh, sweet innocence, that I simply once knew:
Today, come back to me.

Sweet innocence, so beloved and dear, that does shine like floating seeds:
Crackle and spiral,
and fall down into I, for
my heart which doth yearn for
you yet again.

Living Reflection

I'm sorry that the world's the way it is.I'm sorry I'm not perfect.Sometimes I hate people and then they go and do something so great I fall again in love...and,I'm sorry if in the past I've spent too much time entertaining self-destructive thoughts.I've idolized too many people too different from me, that I've forgotten how to smile.And I'm sorry that I hate myself, that I hate the way I look.But I'll wakeup tomorrow and look in the mirror yet again to tell myself, "I love you."