Do I still remind you of that fierce innocence a child's heart holds
Studded with laughter and a gentle sort of hope
Despite the holes that have littered the road
To the deepest depths of my ragged soul

Or do you see me through different colored glasses now?

Perhaps I have aged, rounded out the cheeks in my face
While you have turned a brighter shade of gray
Maybe you are still enraged; maybe this time I have truly been saved
Or maybe not a damn thing has changed

Maybe at the bottom of this bottle you'll drown

A shell of the woman who once was a rebel
I have feared you finding me for as long as time can tell
The deepest part of my internal Hell
But still on these days I wish you well

Or I'll find your face on my way down

Or maybe, just maybe
The innocence in my eyes will come back to me
And for a moment I will no longer be hindered, but free
You will hold my hand, and the sound of your voice will be a quiet melody

Could you be gentle on me this time, somehow?

© krystlereisler