Erratic,
They had called him.
Oblivious,
They had teased him.
But to her he was,
The boy next door.
The boy who listened to her sniffles,
When the rain pit-pat the marble.
The boy who lent a shoulder,
When she couldn't find hers.
To her he was,
The cause of her smile.
A symbol of hope,
And she called him,
The boy next door.
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PoesiaEmotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart, Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape, Taking the form of words, Words that speak a thousand emotions.
