From afar she looked so innocent
The way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she admired others
She seemed innocent, like no one had touched her,
Like no one had broken her
And I fell for her innocence
She wasn't innocent, as much as she hoped she could hold onto it forever
She was broken, her skin had wounds
Her skin had been touched in ways she never wanted and the memories clinged to her mind, screaming at her in the middle of the night
Reminding her of the hands she wanted to forget
She wasn't innocent, her innocence was tainted enough to make her pretend she still had it
She lost her best friend to a drowning sadness, that was ready to engulf her next
The memory of which haunted her relationships and the way she saw the world
Her past haunted her and all I wanted was to protect her from her thoughts
From the world that brought her down
She wasn't innocent, but she wished she was.
She wasn't innocent, she never was.
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I wish I could have given her back what she never got the chance to enjoy.
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