What do I do,
when my comprehension of you,
surpasses your understanding of life,
Your wants and your yearns,
are far from grown up concerns
My longings and desires,
are no where near your mental pyres,

I fell for you, a child
and when I say you drive me wild,
I mean in denial,

I'd be a alterable Sensi
my loss of emotions would leave you hear say,
the court would call nay,


I ponder who is more incompetent,
an immature child,
or an adult who believes their intention mild?