One Direction Poem's

Poem 30

I once knew two boys,

Named Harry and Lou,

Always together,

As if stuck with glue,

Until one day,

Things started to change,

They suddenly stopped talking,

Became lost and strange,

The boy with the fringe,

Who hid behind jokes,

His pain and despare,

At being alone,

He met a young girl,

She made him content,

Yet his heart still ached,

Losing Harry left a dent,

No matter how he tried,

No matter how he would plead,

He was forced to live this lie,

That everyone belived,

The boy with the curls,

Cheeky and sweet,

Outside he was smiling,

But inside he was weak,

With his other half happy,

Tried to fing somebody new,

But he couldn't stop longing,

For his hurt, broken Lou,

Time passed as it would,

Nothing grew, nothing changed,

Until the pressure got to much,

Harry became deranged,

He spent so long hiding,

But unable to say,

So he wrote on his skin,

How he coped through the day,

His words became known,

But only one understood,

Yet this was what Harry wanted,

For it was Louis that could,

He saw the words,

Written across Harry's arms,

Painted on his chest,

Saw how he'd been harmed,

Louis began to draw,

On his own arms and neck,

A reply to his lost boy,

In the only way they would let,

They spoke like this,

In pictures and words,

Ink across bodies,

But Voices unheard,

Yet it wasn't enough, 

Harry was too broken,

A pupett  on strings, 

No way to be woken,

So he took the pills,

Held them in his hand,

Started taking the quickly,

It had always been his plan,

Louis found him like that,

In an eternal sleep,

His last words "I Love you"

Written on a sheet,

He took the paper and began to cry,

He couldn't breathe, couldn't sleep,

Part of his heart died,

Harry had left some pills,

Louis swallowed them to,

And lay down to rest,

A sleeping Harry and Boo,

They were found not long after,

With empty bottles of pills,

And the paper with "I love you"

Written by both who had been killed,

There was no way to deny,

The final truth in this light,

How both boys loved each other,

For there was proof that night,

You might think Harry never knew,

The love and heartbreak,

For him and Lou,

Yet in his heart,

He had known all along,

That the lies and the girl,

Had been all wrong,

They were finally reunited,

Finally free,

It was sad however,

The sacrafice that happened for it to be,

Their last words to each other ,

Were both "I love you"

And those words ended the story,

Of Harry and Lou.