By Kasib Ahmad
They say that butterflies are beautiful,
From the womb to the cocoon, they are a beauty that blooms.
Like the boy and the girl, except only that in the end they were consumed.
She was entering the world.
A “woman” no older than 16, thinking I’m ready to take this world on for a twirl
But she is just a girl
He was taken into this ploy
A “man” no older than 16, thinking this world is my toy
But he’s just a boy
It all started a little easy,
She was looking for love while he was looking for something easy,
They laid out the ground rules, nothing sleazy.
It was innocent at first, two friends just talking, relaxing
But the pressure became denser as their time started taxing.
Her parents first asked her why was she always late from school
She would just complain and say that they had too many rules
His brother was starting to worry
That this boy’s vision was getting blurry
That he was just running into a mistake
He reacted quickly, and said that this world is just a fake
So, like the matrix, they both were plugged in,
Living in their fantasy never to be bothered by kin.