I hate him; he's so alluring.
Never callous enough to call him my beloved,
Our only commitment is that we say hi
As we wander on by...
I'm enchanted by the way he holds himself,
Fascinated by the sound of his voice,
But I'm a fool, and fools don't know love.
I won't call him gorgeous, or sweet, or honey.
Those terms are too sickly saccharine for me.
But he is incomparable to most, and my heart fills
With this hideous joyful feeling when he walks by.
I hate it.
But, I'd be a liar if I said
I never fantasized about a kiss.
And here I speak the truth, saying
That love is a hideous sin
That leaves hearts barren like a wasteland.
I'm too young to be too mesmerized.
He's too nice to see me.
F--k it all.
My heart might not be as outstanding as most,
But it still is precious;
It desires, when I'd rather it didn't.
So the Queen of Hearts can plummet into infatuation too?
Ha, I let the radiance slip awya from me.
I abandon the starry eyed look for something less tender
And more hardened.
But he is unforgettable.
His puppy dog eyes catch me off guard.
Still, I won't make comparisons about his voice being velvety,
Or his antics making him worthy.
He is not a god, just a guy I like.
And though I grow xeric when he walks by,
And though there is this hideous yearning growing as the days pass,
I will not be more zealous than I am,
Because love is a game children play and I grew up years ago.