By Annie K.  rczaej@aol.com
Date: 13 September 1998

Stolen Innocence

Ahhh...life
beautiful, isn't it?
You're born innocent and pure...
then someone like you comes along
need I say more?
stripped of all my hopes and dreams
dragged through your sins and lies
until reaching this final breaking point
Gee, does your face still sting?
I'm sorry, I just don't know WHO gets in me sometimes
though it serves you more than right.
thank you for erasing my childish beliefs
like, "Love is true"
thank you for instilling in me values
like, "trust no one"
I loathe you 
and your sorry excuse for 
stealing my heart