Hi
My name is Naive
The very one that is always taken for granted with the sweetest of hearts
Yep
That’s me
Whether it be car rides
Babysitting
Bond money or holding tanks
That’s right. It’s me
Looks innocent to the eye
Apparently not quiet enough
Don’t pick up on cues
Don’t see the warning signs
Never noticed that the butterflies in my stomach was my fight or flight conscience telling me to walk away
Hard headed
Pulled me right towards you
As chaos unwinds
I know the hate will grow
Not from me
I’ll occasionally look back on how it used to be.
But I ****** because I’m so naive?
Yes self you’re naive
To the streets of dishonesty
Why do you even call on me?
Reliability? Durability? Or is it because you just picked up on my temperament?
Maybe that’s why you prowled?
It’s my fault
Since I did more harm then hurt just leave me be
Just leave me alone