At the Age of Adolescent, boys are like sweets.
You think you need them, You can't control your cravings.
They're vital for your fragile yearning.
But some news they bring can leave your heart burning.
Boys are like flames, damn their hot but they're dangerous.
But she breaks like kindle, it's nothing but pain for us.
Us being me and my critical mind.
My mind that doesn't mind that I
am being hypocritical.
My mind that minds that I am just like
the others.
Oh he is so fine,
I want to make that boy mine,
We neednt rewind.
Because At the Age of Adolescent boys are just toys.
They make you feel emotions that are lego building blocks for who you'll be.
But when you are fourty,
your toys will be locked away with a key
In the depths of your memories.
And those boys will not control you
Instead that man will hold you,
those children will adore you,
At Adolescent, boys aren't harmful, they're learning,
just like you.
They're trying to understand,
so we should understand before we shoot.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
