Sweet girls hurt my heart.
the ones who braid their hair
and have a favorite meadow
and a favorite flower
and eyes like the moon
and a laugh like rain.
Those are the girls who can whisper softly
words of love, till they melt out of her mouth
and drip every so gently into a boys strong hands.
He eats them up (boys always do)
and the words fall into his chest
and tie themselves around his heart
ever so tightly and ever so snug.
Shes all he thinks about- her sweetness
her eyes, her laugh, her mind.

Sweet girls make my head hang low
because one of them I'll never be.
I'm too awkward, too blunt
I can't whisper, I'm much too clumsy
and my eyes are much too dark.
I'm overdone, over used, and violent to the soul
to put it simply boys will touch me
but never wish to touch my mind.
You can **** me my love,
but my love, you wont love me.