Why throw me into doubt?
Look at me,
You know my hearts never been out
Of the little box of love you've seen.

Why drunkenly kiss my hand?
And why right then?
You knew I was afraid again,
Why usher the doubt in?

Why you, in your maturity,
You knew better:
Knew better than to touch me.

Voicing your warnings of wait,
From a vantage
Of bitter taste.

Friend ,
I was young and happy,
Why widen the crack
For doubt to come it.