That kind of love

Your worries are unnecessary

Are you afraid of a con?

My heart knows no pretense

That kind of love is frowned upon.

Little steps towards you

Little steps away

Far from reach and beyond

Such toxic games we play.

Would it kill you to laugh?

Or to tell me a thought?

Am I to wait in the shadows

And feel distraught?

How do you sleep at night?

Do you fear no monsters?

There, use my tears

And see if the line blurs.

Wicked are your stony ways

Bending a tree without a storm

But my heart knows no pretense

That kind of love is frowned upon.