Ok... this has allready been published, so don't any of you rip me off! My senior project is to turn some of my poems into songs too, so if I end up being really famous you can say you read my poem on Achaea first. hehe. All paranoia, however the f(beep)k you spell that, aside, here goes

innocence
in a sin
never wondering
why she wins

Your girl's so bright
so innocent & pure
a beacon of light
that doesn't burn

Can you feel the cold?
Or are you numb
Busy nuzzling no one

So look at this light
before it goes out
grapes turn into wine
and what's cute becomes "Fine"
in time

And after that

All that shines is sure to fade
Innocence abandoned, bows to blade
you can't help it, it won't change
Iron will rusts, tarnished with age

So when the future is dark
and the past stings your eyes
look at the now
and smile when she shines

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Valnuary, in the year 244 AF.