★☾★

Time would tell,

That there is no such thing,

As purity to exist,

In such a world like this.

Yet here we are once more,

And I can't help but see,

That you are the epitome,

Of powdered sugar.

Pure, clean, and angelic,

Flawless you are.

And sometimes I wonder,

Why you were created,

To be so sweet,

In such a cruel world.

© Lightning_Stryker 2018