Purity Poisoned
How badly I want a hand to hold
Lay together for hours opening our souls
Stealing kisses, sneaking touches
Laugh about things others will never understand
How badly I miss the little boy
Full of passion laughter and dreams
I turned him into a man ill from a poison
Who quietly hides himself
Guarded and distant
Who laughs through a liquor grin
Until the poison seeps so deep
He falls down and cries away the night
So pure and innocent with true intents
Somehow along the line
He became a broken sinner
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