A new boy approaches.
He says he likes to cry.
He can.
He's just human
That wants to feel the flow
Of what is now part of the earth and part of
everyone.
He says he likes forget.
He can't.
He's just human
That has the abilities to remember at a great length of time as most can't grasp that kind of power.
He says he likes to change colors.
He can't
He's just human
That tries so hard to fix each color within himself to correlate with one another.
He says he likes him
He can't
He's just human
That faces the images of a boy that isn't actually there.
Is he my boy?
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Short Poetry to Satisfy My Boredom
PoetryMost of these are just word barfs but they could sound like poetry. I don't know honestly, haha.
