The love of the most innocent

Beyond measure and without consent

Is increasingly common among

The dreams Of the past.

Without the love of the child

That walks by your door every night

And sleeps by your side within

The cavities of your heartbroken

Soul, The world pulses with delight at

The evanescent appearance of

The pure lily within our essence.

No mind Is without love and

No heart Without consent...

Contracts beneath the flesh,

Expected of today.

I am this child

Beneath your lie, beneath

Your mind of thoughts, not your tears, angst, or

sacrifices.

Come back to me, your life is mine, as well as yours.

But tonight, lies will fade, and nothing exists between

us.