It's early, no thoughts, mind still swirling. Taken in by all the thoughts and celebrating, while my heart melted for a girl worth creating. It's your birthday now and I hope you enjoy, having fun with your mate and your little boy toy. I left to get you drinks it was late for that we knew, 4:30 in the morning just knocking waiting for you. When I left the room I really knew it was a game, I even sing happy birthday using your nickname. it was sweet yeah something clear, only something real cool for me and you to hear. When you finally responded with that drink that you could enjoy, something a little sweet straight from your boy toy. Should I sit outside and be patient like a little boy, or should I just get some rest finish my night and let you enjoy...its now 5 o'clock in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
