Innocence

your apologies fall
like alphabets from the sky—
light, loquacious, and
ridiculous.
and I'm sorry
that you're not more apologetic;
the auguries of your
innocence have a way
of making me feel
ashamed.

so I pick up
your guiltless excuses, and
patch in the holes with them,
paint the walls of my world with
your faultless smiles, and
gird my doorways with the
strength of your convictions.

for it is
the license of naivete
to love,
and the naivete of love
to lie.

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Sometimes I think our values are products of our experiences, so perhaps we should be more receptive to the idea that as our lives change, our values can develop as well. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, even if you don't like the drink. It may well turn out to be an acquired taste.