.... another boy
... It's been rocky, but in the end its worth it. When everyone tells me, I'm better than that, and I should move on, there's reasons I can't. It's been so hard to give up what special bond we have. Poetry has always been my scapegoat. Whether im good or not, it relaxes me. Well, while almost every boy has a poem, he hasn't. I haven't found the words to fit him, until now.
Tell me you'll be there
to hold me in your arms,
to feel our warmth together
and chat upon the night.
Tell me you want me
to sit by your side,
That all you can see is my beauty
found within and out.
Can't you feel the spark?
the laughter shared between
and the smiles sneaking from behind
Tell me you're happy
and you need me,
for life wouldn't be the same
if I wasn't there.
Tell me our path hasn't ended
and that I mean something to you.
atleast i'm a fond memory
kept somewhere within.
Tell me you'll be there
to hold me in your arms,
to feel our warmth together
and chat upon the night.
Tell me you want me
to sit by your side,
That all you can see is my beauty
found within and out.
Can't you feel the spark?
the laughter shared between
and the smiles sneaking from behind
Tell me you're happy
and you need me,
for life wouldn't be the same
if I wasn't there.
Tell me our path hasn't ended
and that I mean something to you.
atleast i'm a fond memory
kept somewhere within.