Rebel Boy

Rebel boy,

tattoos cover his soul.

They tell his story,

he sings sweet lullabies.

The strings course his desires,

to aspire to be something worthy.

 

Yet, he has no clue,

how wonderful he truly is.

He's the perfection of that,

fine wine he drinks.

His imperfections are,

his beauty and curse.

His love shines like the sun,

and lights up my world.

To love him is to console him,

Oh rebel boy, play at my strings.