he is just a boy,
my own mother would say,
he will treat you like a toy,
my dad would speak to play
you would display attention,
and i would be hooked.
you used the pole to reel me in,
was it the way I looked?
I would always look ahead,
with hope to find you with me,
But I only cried instead,
as for she was yours to be
her perfect teeth shone,
like a star in the night.
my feeling were prone,
to be struck with a fight
i cannot compete,
because she is too pretty.
i want to be the one you meet,
like i could be so witty.
I am no way her,
so thats why you don't see me.
what would you prefer,
is that the only way to be?
the relationship is okay,
so i keep my presence low.
i only want to say,
can I be the one to which you say hello?
i cannot see it through
because, i want to kiss your lips
she cannot be with you,
because, i want to hug your hips
As for me, i'm always bare,
and you sparked with joy,
I wanted you to care,
But again, you're just a boy
YOU ARE READING
emotion book
Puisithis is just a way to share my (really bad) poetry and/or rants with people I don't know. some will be poems, and others song lyrics, as well as a random rants so please enjoy and comment what you think! My name is just going to be @raleighidc so ma...
