He wonders how soft his skin is
as the gentle brush of his fingertips meet skin.
It's a sin but grinning has become hard to control
and day by day it's starting to grow.
He never saw it coming
It was like a bolt of lightning
so bright and so tall
while the night was handsome and the sun started to crawl.
His heart burns softly
you can't hear his screams
because his screams are just curiosity
wanting to be free.
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From My Collection...
PoésieWhen Everything's so wrong You make it so right The sun shines brightly in the sky as we say our last goodbyes Listening to the moon Dancing with the sun Today or tomorrow Either way; we're done. Our Last Goodbyes
