Willow Weeps the Wicked Truth

Willow weeps the wicked truth

Bestowed upon unknowing youth,

A tear fall from a maturing eye,

Innocence is what he cry,

Pour from the soul and fall to the ground,

Only with in a child it’s found,

Complications with a simple desire,

As you age standards get higher,

Oh how simple happiness used to be,

Now reality is all we see,

The beauty cried out,

Lost the sweet bliss,

The hunger for a little kiss,

Oh how complicated it be for us now,

From the touch of the toes to the tip of the brow,

The more I learn,

The less I know,

Though inside of me desire grow,

As the body ages,

The mind does too,

What truth is bestowed inside of you?