Winter Boys

An older poem of mine.

Winter Boys

 

There go the leaves

Here comes the white ground

Covered in the white fluff

Falling, blanketing all sound

The holidays are nearing

My birthdays coming too

Yet all I really want

Is someone to help me through

Someone who will be there

And appreciate me for me

Not for my looks

But for my personality

I probably won’t find him

Not that soon at least

Because most the boys at this age

Are crazy little beasts