naive

Your naivite is showing.
Every word,
You pierce this hurt
Little daggers and jabs

Feigned Innocence dies in the arms of a Lie

Your thoughtlessness is showing.
Carved into every word,
Saturating every thought
Bleeding nights of rouge regrets.

Premonitions fly in the face
Of a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I hate to say I told you so...
I'll wait till these ashes settle.

Your innocence isn't showing
Unable
Covered in soot
Skin streaked with tears
We look to the sky
Blue with unwavering sorrow

You beg of me to walk next to you
Take this path.
It hurts too much