A long time ago- when I was a young girl
I befriended a boy with whom I danced and twirled.
He was kind, gracious, and his nickname was Square.
When I just couldn't take it, he'd always be there.
We hugged and played through Summer's hazy days-
Laughing with smiles on our own shared face.
And when the sun had come to be dimmer
We'd sit before a canvas and watch the colors glimmer.
Those were the times that I think were the best-
Painting together, before getting our rest.
Deep down in our heart though, we knew it couldn't be,
For my words were more delicate than those of he.
Square soon became jealous in multiple layers,
And in these feelings he became completely ensnared.
Resorting to the ugliest words that he'd found,
He opened our mouth and shouted them loud.
He swore that he'd had enough of my crime,
Possessed by the horrible inability to rhyme.
And as he left Square chanted such dark words:
"YOU'LL PAY, LITTLE GIRL! I DEEM YOU CURSED!"
And as the innermost reaches of my mind grew