𝕬 𝕾𝖆𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖙 𝕴𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Poetry Boys Stole My Heart

There's something about a boy with a pen,
lost in thoughts beyond his years, again and again.
Ink-stained fingers, words like a spell,
diving deep into stories he'll never tell.

Eyes that hold verses he'll never say,
lines hidden behind a quiet gaze.
He's part mystery, part open page,
a tangle of thoughts, both calm and rage.

When he writes, the world fades away,
it's just him and his thoughts in a gentle fray.
Each stanza a heartbeat, each line a plea—
there's beauty in words he sets free.

A poet's heart, too big to keep,

hidden in poems, buried deep.

Attraction born from ink and mind—

a boy with a poem is one of a kind.