A hidden message, an ironic note
Hinting at the true feelings and thoughts
It’s only within these lines I can dote
Without your eyes seeing what they should not

The branching path cuts through the trees
Masked by the shimm’ring moonlit haze.
The fog hangs dank and thick to breathe
No wind to clear the air for days.

Upon the path there stands a girl,

Your own need for satisfaction;
To feel wanted,
To feel needed.
You need me.
You want me to need you,
So you need me.
But you can go unhurt,
Turn away,
Deny it all: