The Boy With Flowers

twenty.

the weekend rolled by quickly, at least for me it did

all I thought about was him

I was not looking forward to today

I had lost my 'friends' and I don't know what me and him are exactly

today he has a poppy in his shirt pocket

and like always they couldn't stop haunting him

I wanted to say something, but I'm still stuck

one day I will stand up for him

one day

but not today