Innocence

Snow,

So pure and white.

Like the silver dress of a show girl,

You sparkle and shine in the sunlight.

 

Snow,

Slowly turning red.

Stained by the blood,

That flows from the bullet wound in my head.

 

Snow,

Once pure and white,

Wrap me in your cold embrace,

And hold me through the night

 

Snow,

Freshly fallen from the sky,

Cover me in a pure white blanket,

And hide all the lies.

 

Snow,

Slowly melting away,

Don't leave me behind,

For what will mother say?

 

Snow,

For when you are gone,

Everyone shall see,

Why I was in the wrong.

 

Snow,

Stay with me.

Don't go away until next winter,

For right here and now, I am free.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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