The Boy

The Boy

A Poem by Scisenheart
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I care about a lot of guys. weather or not i love them...well, I don't think someone who stopped believing in true love is a good judge of that :P

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First with the boy closest
in the distance from my house.
Loyal as the dogs you love, but timid as a mouse.
I smile when you drum, and we get told off 'cause we always sing,
but though I think I'm falling fast, you don't feel a thing.
Next with the boy closest
when I sit next to him in school.
We laugh and we joke, but you never play the fool.
You're hiding someone sweet behind your malicious face,
you must let him out, else all your dreams you shall disgrace.
then for the boy closest
in the bond between out souls.
your hearts on fire, but you're walking on hot coals.
you make me so bloody angry, and i don't think you ever saw,
you cured my fragile heart when my first heartache left it raw.
On to the boy closest
in the blood pumping through his veins.
I think of you when i see her, and when i see  passing trains.
thought you're my best friends cousin, we shall never be.
For three hundred and four miles keeps you far away from me.
lastly the boy closest
in the freindship that we share.
I'm not in love with you, though we've kissed in truth or dare. 
My samurai, my swordfish, you're rosebud will always be here,
I've really come full circle from what happened last year.
now I'm the one breaking the hearts
shooting them with poison darts.
a look
a smile
a touch.
i didn't know this was all it would take,
to make strong boys weak hearts break.

© 2012 Scisenheart


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Even from a boys perspective, this is a very touching poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on February 20, 2012
Last Updated on March 18, 2012
Tags: love, boys, men, broken hearts

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Scisenheart
Scisenheart

Trapped inside my head, Scotland



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A Poem by Scisenheart