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My Name is Naivete
My name is Naïveté
So young, so trusting
So willing to love
How beautiful are her eyes
When those wet drip drops aren’t filling them up
What are they?
Cold glass in warm flesh
Stop crying, my love
You’re only ruining your beauty
My name is Naïveté
So keen, so knowing
So analytical toward all things around me
I love to watch her soul
Through those big, brown windows
But those pearls
Those moist spheres cloud my view
Stop crying, my love
I can’t take in your essence
My name is Naïveté
A little aged, realistic
I can see right through your lying ways
The truth in your eyes sparkle
Like the ball of white, hot gas in that nursery rhyme
But you extinguish that star
With salty seas
Stop crying, my love
I want to see that twinkle
My name is Naïveté
So truthful, understanding
I may not hold the worth
Of my celestial brothers
But I still see you’re tearing eyes
Those wet drip drops
Those moist pearls
Those salty seas
And like them
I ask you to
Stop crying, my love
Tears aren’t worthy of your cheeks
Vent to me your pain
Tell me your worries
So I may cease those salty streams
Because the pain of your tears
Isn’t nearly as great as the pain of watching you cry
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