I hate how they never warn little girls
to beware the pretty boys
with eyes like gleaming jewels.

The boys with soft smiles
and music in their laugh.

They never warn
of boys with pretty faces
and blackened hearts.

The boys that leave little girls
crying in the dark.
The ones with words like honey,
sickly sweet.

The princes with big money,
who we dream of sweeping us off our feet.

They never speak
of boys with danger in their eyes.
But beauty true blue.

Little girls are never told
of boys of silver and boys of gold.

The little kings,
with angel wings.
The little beast neither soft nor sweet.

The beauty bombshells,
the golden adonis’s.

They never speak of boys
who run like the winds
under their feet.

The boys who shine
like the stars in the sky.
The boys with the world in their grubby mitts.

The boys with lips like cotton candy,
and sins warm and rich.

The ones who have our
stomachs doing flips.
The ones who seem to have it all
shoulders back, standing tall.

They never caution of
little boys with clever minds
and nimble fingers.

Of boys with Shakespeare's sonnets in their hair
and love songs in their whispers.

But little girl,
I am telling you now.

Beware the pigtail pullers,
fear the little Romeos.
Heed the heartbreakers
Shun smooth talkers.

Little girl,
don’t give in.

Little girl,
fear their sins.

Little girl,
run away.

Little girl,
don’t stay to play.

Little girl,
don’t stop and stare.

Little girl,
don’t twirl your hair.

Little girl,
please, listen to me!

Little girl,
loath the charming pretty boys.
For they are like roses
and like roses
they have thorns.