daisies and roses all stripped of their petals
just like the boy with birds on his chest
stripped away piece by piece by a boy
who loves him notflashes of cameras and yelling of names
low quality photos
low quality boy
he thinks to himself as he tries to find home
the one who makes him feel like this
has said a thousand times
that as he sees them as good friends
he loves him not in that wayis he not good enough to be his lover?
if only he had switched bodies with his
sister
would he be of interest to him
but no the boy has said that it matters not
the race
or the gender
just the personality
is that what he's lackinghe has power
and is graced with beauty above all
but why can he not be graced with
the blue eyed boy
are his green eyes too dark
for
the
boy
to
loveblue eyes seem to enjoy brown ones though
green eyes apparently aren't suitable
blue eyes like to go out with girls who
seem
a
little
too
interested
in
fortune and famethe boy who's stripped to pieces
just goes on
day by day
and often stops to wonder
if the boy who loves him not
is happyif he can't be his remedy
his crutch
his beauty
his one and only
perhaps he'll be happier if
green eyes just
fade
into
nothingand finally disappear
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poems (l + h)
Fanfictionjust little poems I've written featuring harry and louis and how things could have gone. some of these may be triggering. some of these are au.