Just As Long As You Don't

Would you be so kind
As to promise me
Please never to do that
And use maturity.

What he did was wrong
And selfless: immature.
An act without a reason
A wound without a cure.

Shame without a passion
Words without a rhyme.
I wish he'd stop pretending
That this wasn't a crime.

And while he stops that joke
A few more he could add.
I don't find it amusing:
I find it rather sad.

I would like to dedicate this poem to Kira. Not at all because she is immature, but rather because she is very kind to me, and constantly reviews my work. Thank you Kira: you're a wonderful person!