Out in the world of liars and perverts
stood a frazzled kid, who caught my sight.
Lost in his chastity, I watched him play
with an imperfect toy
in his perfect little hands.
His fingers running over the worn out stitches
and his eyes at the relatively tattered clothes.
Wearing an unblemished look
with no deliquent thoughts
of molesting the serenity of life.
His face illuminating the brilliance of innocence
as he dropped his toy down.
His poignant radiance, shining bright
left me behind
though I moved away...
