When She Came, I Lost My Innocence
When She Came, I Lost My Innocence
From my red honed carpet
I determine to play innocent
Never touched a fly
A tender contender
When you see her, I rehearse
Focus. Calm and calm
Claim your innocence
And point the point
But when she came
I blushed, bowed, kowtowed
Looked away, gave away
My innocence, and she knew it
Could not hold it
Guilty. Oh Boy.
Go away. Freedom comes
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2011
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