Silly Girl

Silly, silly, silly girl. That naive one, haze in eyes. The one drawing hearts on papered love. Even on dotted I's. She is hanging on to every word... like a Nora Robert's tale. She is looking for prince charming, in your every average day male. Such a sad romance, that silly girl. That pink crap and it's lace. Sometimes I want to slap her hard, so it's not her heart, but face. But truth be told, and sadder still, the burn would not divert nor sting. For when one loves, as does she, it's a blissful untouched thing.