The Lost Delicate

The Lost Delicate: a poem about I have no clue because this is just something random that I will be doing in less than 10 minutes.

A soft and innocent treasure

Was left alone and unsure

About life; naive and sweet,

With eyes of pure hope.

There was no preparation

For the unforgivable damnation

That followed the innocent child

Into a awful and wild

World. Bright eyes and large hearts

Get damaged in a world full

Of empty souls and demon eyes.


It actually only took 5 minutes to write this full poem.


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