Clumps of my pride and innocence were being shaped around my cold heart,
I felt excitement that radiated from the small hands that Ran, Patted, Stroked
And smoothed my pale body together, love care and youth were the makings of me,
But all to soon another heat pressed down upon me, a whole wave of new feelings,
powerful emotions,
that burned bright red,
Searing,
Scortching,
Burning,
Burning me, and the innocence and excitment away,
It was being replaced by dread anf fear, anger and hate for the heat,
it was the sun returning me to the concrete from which I first landed on into the heart,
of a child.
The new makings of me.
