Just something I wrote about my friend that died.

This is my first attempt in a while to write poetry. It might not be the best, but it get's my point across.

Fynn Stark thinks of women as toys. They either satisfy him or are of no use. He would rather spend his time break dancing with his friends, and painting graffiti on the school walls, rather than stay in class, and learn to manage his father's business. His grandmother, tiered of his behavior, sends him to the home of family friends, where he meets their foster daughter, Katrina. A blind ballerina, who is immune to his care free ways and nasty attitude. Will Fynn see the error of his ways, or will he take her down with him into the path of darkness he has buried in his past?

Just some mini poems on a Guys Point of view on love

That day, I made a decision. I knew I would either stick by it or regret it. Although, knowing this I know I had no choice. My feelings for him were too strong for me to ignore. I loved my family, and him, I had feelings for him. I loved him too but, the passion wasn’t the same. I miss my mother, of course I do. But yet nothing was strong enough to prevent what I wanted to do. One step was all it took to trap me from the rest of reality. I didn’t doubt my choices then, and even now I know I did the right thing. I did, do the right thing, right? I didn’t only do it for me, I did it for him too, everything was perfect, and for once I could say that. I wouldn’t change anything about my decision. I mean I had everything I wanted right there, with him the man of my dreams, like it was handed out on a plate. One heavy guilt is left on my shoulders though, for someone I had to leave behind, a sacrifice.

A mute teenager discovers he is the prince of another world.