Penguin told me to post this! xD This is the first poem I've written... that rhymes (well, I think it does. o.O). Yup. Tear it appart if you want.
The cover of this book belongs to Adam and Eve,
And ever since then we're condemned to malice.
This title exists due to temptations and lies,
And yet, desperation scrags me before your innocuous eyes.
The cradle, the blanket, the pastel colors will dissipate,
And these words will be feckless, for they only anticipate.
Pluck out my eyes! I don't want to see you grow.
Rend my heart! For no one will accept an escrow.
I yearn to shelter you, but I'm no exception in this derangement.
And if I was, in a box of foulness, I would only be a concealed scent.
Learn how to live, but I implore, don't let your beauty escape.
Be blind to debris; paint a page where the angels can gape.