The boy became a man with time,
a soul grown stronger but still so kind.
Though years had passed, his heart still burned,
a flame of love he had yet to earn.
His heart was heavy with dreams unmet,
a longing he wished he could forget.
Each new day, he'd rise with hope,
a fragile thread, his lifeline rope.
“Why am I like this?” he'd ask himself,
“Why can’t I be like everyone else?”
He longed to open up, but fear would claw,
afraid of judgment, of the same old flaw.
He felt like a child trapped in a cave,
his voice swallowed whole, his soul to save.
He could only cry where the light couldn’t reach,
in silence, unjudged, where no one could preach.
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A boy's love
Short StorySeries of progressive poems that explore the emotional journey of a sensitive soul navigating love, rejection, and the quest for understanding. It reflects personal fears and life's harsh realities, speaking to those who feel deeply and long for con...
