Fluff and Fantasy

The Boy With The Crooked Smile

A poem about my best friend. He died a few years back. He also loved the song linked above. Anyway, hope you like it.

I'm married to the boy with the crooked smile.

We were married in the spring.

He loves the summer and he loves the trees

And he loves peppermint ice cream.

I'm married to the boy with the crooked smile

Who sits upon his swing.

He smiles at the good and he smiles at the bad

And his smile is meant for me.

And the little boy with the crooked smile

He loves to dance and sing.

He makes up games of hurricanes

And serves us up some tea.

And the little boy with crooked smile,

He loves to show his teeth.

He grins so wide the sun will hide

And the stars will quake beneath.

But that little boy with crooked smile

Can't smile for all that long.

Cause when the universe looks away

He cries as he's alone.

And the little boy with crooked smile

Draws at night in bed.

As he draws he screams and cries

Wishing he were dead.

The little boy with crooked smile

Turns silver into red.

And watches dripping paint

Hoping to have bled.

And all his friends with all their smiles

Well they could never see.

Because that crooked smile

Only shared pain with me.

I love the boy with the crooked smile

And I know that he loves me.

Even though I can't see his face

I know that we're a we.

I can see the boy with the crooked smile

As I'm looking at his grave.

And I'll give and give my life to him

For that is what he gave.

I'm married to the boy with the crooked smile

And I know that he is free.

But I hope to see him one day soon

Skylar come home to me.