You stand before me
A little boy
Puffing up his chest
Trying to be big.
You have all
The bravado
The charm of men.
But when nightfalls
You ask me to cuddle you
And tell you bedtime stories.
I wonder who forced you to grow up.
You stand before me, a big man
With a little boy's delicate heart.
YOU ARE READING
The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
