Oh Ophelia

Oh Ophelia, will you ever learn?
Touching the face of desire will only leave you with burns,
The traitor in your chest may continue to bleed,
But Ophelia how much pain do you need?
You can be pressed like a flower, under panes of glass;
But that won't make your nightmares finally pass.
Locked and loaded, like a gun,
Certainly you know how self destruction is fun...
Oh Ophelia why do you even care?
This cross is not yours to bear.
You may have found love my dear, and it may seem like art.
But Mad King Hamlet has none of your heart.
You can kiss and you can tell,
The innocent look in your eyes will certainly sell--
Just remember that under the fun, the lies, the gossip,and flirtatious looks,
Is a shaky branch and a babbling brook.
And remember my dear if you can,
About the last person who put you there, and called himself a man.