Who is this boy,
Standing by my door
What is his name?
What's he looking for?
Look at his skin
What are those scars?
Where do they come from?
Running up his arms
Why does he stand here?
Alone in the rain
Does he not feel
Feel no pain?
His eyes are green
They're looking up at me
And I wonder
What does he see?
He holds out his hand
Placing it on mine
He says lets go
We're running out of time
How long has it been?
It's been eternity
Time to spill secrets
Away with vanity
He says he's invisible
Just like the wind
And these storms
Left marks upon his skin
Now it's your turn,
What about you?
I know that you must
Have secrets too.
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A Plethora Of Poems
PoetryOn my other account (acciolovee) I also have a book of poems, however, this is obviously my new one. These are some poems I have been planning to publish and maybe a couple old ones from my other book. Please read, vote, and most importantly, enjoy...
