TORN INNOCENCE II

stripped is the very core of my being
just as autumn leaves, their beauty deceiving
torn innocence, hollow contentment, grieving
this isn't me you're perceiving or seeing
however the display of emotion you're receiving
is true, the push and pull, giving and retrieving
losing faith in all we are into believing
a devil inside of what is conceiving

© 2001 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing