Hollow eyes and a sarcastic smile, 

What are you turning into, my little sunshine? 

Did you expect me to be your moonlight? 

I thought you were the sun, and I was your dark knight. 

My words are playing with you again, aren't they? 

Oh! I'm so sorry; I'm just not as proficient as you. 

I'm envious, green-eyed, and I curse every day at your blessings. 

Yet, aren't you my one little miracle?

"Grow up and be more mature now," I would say. 

But my heart still sings the songs of your childlike demeanour. 

Only if that child wasn't turning into sin. 

I won't have set out to destroy it inside of you.

I'm sorry for washing your innocence away with my selfish desires. 

Will you ever forgive me if I tell you? 

that your white soul got tainted by my dark motives. 

Wishing forgiveness was so easy, 

Then we would have never crossed paths, and I would have never had an urge to taint you.

~V