Tell me young man,
Why must I fight for your attention?
You are never present in my class
All I ever see you do is
Doodle
Scribble
Make flowers from paper
Write letters you never send.
Tell me young man,
Who is your mind focusing on?
Your affection is matched with that
Of the lonely moon in the early morning.
The compassion in your eyes overflowing
Like a dam in rainy season.
Since no one will
I will tell you young man,
The world you've fallen for is cruel.
She will never look at you the same way.
She will take your feelings
Chew them up
And spit them out.
For she has not experienced the love you
Know and grew up with.
Her parents did not laugh together
They did not look out for her
They never did and never will.
So tell me young man,
What will you do
With a heart that's to big for this world?
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Understanding Beauty
PoetryI need a place to let my creativity and thoughts flow. I place where I can be myself and not be judged. This book is about everything humans tend to go through... In other words it's about shit I'm going through and things I'm thinking okay. It is a...
