Little Love

Little boy made her cry
She knows it's not his fault
But blame can be a fickle thing,
And indecision, an assault.
She's lost all her rationals
- Swallowed by her senses.
Gaps of logic nestled between
Slats of white-picket fences.
Silly girl tried to jump
He didn't know she fell
He's not the sort to play the hero,
And she's not the type to dwell.
Let him go and he'll come back
- A proverb rarely proven true.
He's not running, he's not hiding
There's just nothing there to pursue.