What's On My Mind

#6

April 30th, 2014

He was as sad as a flower without color,

Terribly drained, couldn't be saved from another.

Inside, he was dying.

On the outside, he was crying.

But even the tears of a pale boy

Couldn't strain the feelings I had for him.

And although his hair needed a trim,

With eyes as dark as the bottom of the sea,

He was still beautiful to me.

His weary talk,

His slow walk,

The way he would never mock a person so different.

Oh, his heart was so vibrant.

You see, his soul was brighter than light.

But inside his head, he emerged a fight,

Indulged himself with thoughts of guilt.

But he didn't deserve that hell.

And of course, he knew it damn well.

He just didn't think he was worth it.

But to me,

He was perfect.