03 October 2025

Innocent Love

When love is still
A fresh paint out of 
Coloring books.
The idea of it being 
In a place beyond 
Good or bad--

It's actual butterflies.
Light legs, dance 
Moves and radio 
Playing your favourite 
Songs--

You couldn't even
Say her name aloud,
Thinking whatever 
You felt was sacred,
And it needs to be
Preserved--

A dreamy prince riding
A horse and a princess 
Waiting for him in
A glass castle--

The clouds gather,
It rains, and you're 
Stupid enough to 
Believe coincidences
And you actually smile.

Then, adulthood 
Eats innocence.
Your fantasies leak
From the gaps in
Time that's not 
Relative.

You dare say, love
Is not unconditional 
One day, thinking-
The realisation is a
Pumped up achievement--

But you'll not be
Knowing it just yet-
About how you 
Killed in yourself,
A child.