The Silliest
Who am I, but the great pretender?
I make my way with words so tender.
Creating worlds to disguise my own.
Furtively concealing truth unbeknown.
A silly attraction rooted from desire.
Was anyone's guess what could transpire.
You had me choked up and so mesmerized.
Your features I almost memorized.
A reckless drive of my own devise.
You were hesitant but without compromise.
A knack of sensing, even the guise.
Without a word you made me think twice.
Dazed by your sudden affection,
My head is clouded with recollection.
You mirror me but I cannot fathom.
The misery echoed like a custom.
I need you beyond comprehension.
You wanted me out with compensation.
What else to do, how can we contend,
With a society compelling us to repent?