A little girl sauntering down the street
Met a little boy from the other side of the road
And momentary happiness inflamed four eyes
“She is happy,” he said
“I am happy,” said she
But something lowered the lips of the little boy
He admitted the pain out of him in a shapeshifting smile
And kissed the lips of the little girl that came from his dusk
“Isn’t she beautiful,” said he
“I am beautiful,” said she
They are happy, and then their hands touched in the dark
This caused uneasiness in my little guy
He pressed his eyes to hide the truth
And opened his mouth to lie for his good
“Oops,” said she
“Sorry,” he said
And something appeared in the eyes of the boy
It found its way down on his shoes
He lowered his head and said dolefully
“I don’t know you”
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