Innocence

I was white paper,

innocence written 

on me,

ball point pens,

invading my body.

Elegant

calligraphy, 

dipped by black ink,

bound by my crevices,

stroking,

leaking.

Nobody knew me,

I wasn’t innocence,

but that’s all they could see.

Reviews

[Whiskurz]

Very well penned indeed......Whisk

[demureminds]

Thanks! (:

[Arik]

I love the over all metaphor here, great work.

[demureminds]

Thank you (:

[....]

very nicely written and poetic. Enjoyed

[demureminds]

Thanks (: