Blonde curls
And a smile
Those are things
I never saw that boy without.
And I suppose he could've said the same for me
Brown curls
And a smile
But I never knew
That under his smile
His jokes
His love for everyone
And his mischievous blue eyes,
Could be someone who aspired to simply be happy.
I'd like to say it was relieving
To know that there's others like me.
But it wasn't
And I wasn't even surprised.
It just made me sad
That a boy made of sunshine...
Felt like he never saw the light.
__________
Thanks,
-donnie
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