He could see that you were dieing inside
He could see how the bridge called you, whispering each day to jump
He saw the real you, broken boy
And you love him for it
He was the schools beautiful boy before you
He was the schools broken boy before you
He was the bridges victim before you
He was you, broken boy
A beautiful boy gone bad
Just like you
You grow closer
Two broken boys draw together by two broken hearts
You tell him all the thoughts in your head all the words in your mouth,
set free at last.
He tells you all the thoughts in his head, and all the words in his mouth,
set free at last.
High schools over now
you're just a boy,
not broken,
not beautiful
Well maybe to him
Now he's just a boy,
not broken,
not beautiful,
Well maybe to you.
your boy.
And he loves you,
his broken boy,
his beautiful boy,
his boy
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beautiful boy/broken boy
Poetrywhat happens when the beautiful boy becomes the broken boy what happens when the beautiful boy tries to run from his world of fake friends and bottled emotions what happens when beautiful boy falls
