Juvenile spirits and sparkly eyes rain,
fading smiles, bruises pale and red.
You knocked my door and I hid my pain.

When you walk past my heart’s lane,
musings meander at your explicit gaze,
but Juvenile spirits and sparkly eyes rain,

Because you hurt me brutally, unwisely again.
I spend my days locked up in my head,
then you knocked my door and I hid my pain.

You whimsically disappear, but your words remain,
your pretty smile is sharper, finer than a blade.
But juvenile spirits and sparkly eyes rain.

You call me ugly, stupid and insane,
I cry harsh and lose my breath,
then you knock my door and I hid my pain.

I can sense your departure, still I loath to gain
your smiles and whispers, but I’m cyclically betrayed.
Juvenile spirits and sparkly eyes rain,
when you knock my door I hide my pain.