He is a lovely being
Blonde hair
Light brown eyes
A smile so contagious
But he was mysterious yet an open book at the same time
He got angry
And rough
He got mean
And careless
He stopped hanging with his friends
And became a boy I wouldn't wish to know
He became
A sex filled teen
A drug abusive boy
A liar of a friend
A worrisome student
And a child in adult sized boots
I watch you change along with the seasons
Crazy how much I learnt by not speaking.
YOU ARE READING
The observations of an observer
PoetrySitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.
