Who wanted to hear about that scary dream you had last night?
Did he kiss you slowly to savour the moment? He asked me what I wanted to be when I was older and I told him I have no idea, but when he told me his dream he asked me do I think his dream is stupid and I told him it was smart, I smiled and told him to believe in himself like I do
He smiled and kissed me
Told me I was the sweet one

have you ever met a sweet boy?
I have
He'd send me multiple messages to make sure I'm okay, he promised to never give up on me and I'm not even a fan of forever but how come he makes it sound so promising? So belivable?
He holds me like he'll never get this chance again and traces his fingertips along my body as if admiring every part of me
And when Im around him I can't ever get the stupid grin on my face to go away because he makes me this way

Have you ever met a sweet boy?
Who'd  die for you, not because he hates his life because he loves his friends and family but he would give it all up just to see you live your life

Let me ask again
Have you ever met a sweet boy?
Who you only knew for only a month but you can see yourself with them for the rest of your life? A boy who goes out of his way to put a smile on your face? A boy who would move mountains to see you, one who would build a raging fire to keep you warm in the cold weather and would tell you a bedtime story even though you two are both too old but it comforts you?

have you ever met a sweet boy?

I watch the chatter of long time friends
The jealousy's blooming
It will never end
The thing that's always been there that refuses to let go
This ***** named jealousy is the only friend I know.

They call me crazy
Not the soft sad sighs crazy
No, I’m the crack-snap-crash
Crazy, in your face crazy
But then again, aren’t we all?

These feelings engulf me,
But yet I feel nothing
I pretend I'm okay,
But I just want to explode.

I need to know-
Am I crazy?
Different?
I'm a "good" kid

If only they knew-
These thoughts I've had.
Barely hanging on
Losing the grip on reality.

Oh how lonely I feel
in the presence of mankind

Their eyes only scorn
By every look they give

However they do not give
looks with love

Oh no

But they deliver looks
Form broiling hatred

To me making judgments
Where’er I go

Then woe is me
I’m never lonely

And I’m always living under
Their judgmental eyes

And forever stuck
under the weight of the world