There was once a boy all on his own.
His body was young yet his mind was old.
He said to me one day...
"Friend listen close I haven't much to say"
"You can't try to change a man,
All you can do is hope to persuade him.
And if you try to make them,
You might end up breaking them."
"Hurry up there isn't much time,
'Cause in love there is no line.
And if you want the girl of your dreams,
Well not everything is as it seems."
"This is small talk at best.
I'm just trying to lay old ghosts to rest.
Tricking somebody hurts for years,
And can only be made up for in tears..."
With that the little boy ran away.
And I haven't seen him since that day.
He was so young with so much to say.
And I said to myself, when I was little, he was just like me.
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Memiors of a Madman
PoetryAnother collection of poems. Named after the poem in my other collection.