He was the boy
Who was the last thing I saw before the hands of the night pull me under
He was the boy
I could always find comfort in and forget about all the things that made me want to kill myself at 2:30 in the morning
He was the boy
My heart had yearned to be with, my lips had yearned to kiss, my body had yearned to embrace
He was the boy
Who could give me anything and everything, all at once
For without knowing,
He gave me the moon
He gave me the stars
He gave me the sun-
But he couldn't give me his love.
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kāi
PoetryThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
