Pretty
I know what you are,
You smile at me,
And I think,
‘how pretty,’
You turn away from me,
Why do you do that?
I want you to stay,
Please stay, pretty,
I know what you are,
But that doesn’t stop me,
From loving you,
So please don’t go away,
You take your gun,
And say these words,
Of pain, and confusion,
And all the sharp swords.