Blunt

How would a silly girl
Want to walk all the way?
To someone she hardly knows
Her mind so astray?

To a heart-warming friend
Someone who is sick,
With his face looking strange
Their bond is evilly unique.

Her friends tell her it’s love;
The idle story so cliche,
But she knows this emptiness afar,
So stinging she cannot escape.

Needless to worry
The plot now so uncertain,
In nothing but chaotic memories
She finds a forbidden excitement.

There are no more angry tears
She will let her mind mature,
Washing away those foolish fears
In the dark alone she would kill the lure.