#1494-Scrumptious

Somewhere in a forest,

She caught my eye.

Delightful, attractive, tempting.

Coyly she whispered

Pick me, I’m delicious.

But I walked by,

Not looking back.

Battle scars are heavy,

And youth and naivete,

Long in the past.

Best move on,

Than believe in foolishness,

Born in the mind.