The boy:
Pale face
Framed with red
That perfect smile
My love is fed
You know I'm alive
But I don't exist
For in your mind
I'm simply just mist
And all those dreams
I've had in a cloud
Are merely fantasies
And they aren't aloud
In your mind
I cannot be formed
As beautiful
Or perfect
I'm only deformed
The thought of me is a diamond
Not in a pretty way
But they way you never find one
It's rare in a maze
My thoughts get lost
When I look in your eyes
For you are the whole book to me
But I'm just a line
