There is a boy,
A presence stumbled upon in the shadows,
He hides his face to conceal his identity,
I see his flaws, but no one points at them and laughs,
He is surrounded by rusty chairs and a cloud of darkness,
He does not speak.
He does not think.
He simply stares at the world.
An empty dreamer with all intentions of barking,
He wants me,
I see him,
But my soul is engraved for another,
This boy,
I want to know what he desires.
I want to know if he stares at me for a "hello".
I want his attention.
The next day, he is gone,
A glimpse of his presence is captured, but not saved,
A figure of darkness and a corner of loneliness,
Shaded patterns of sadness echo in my senses,
Silently pushing me towards the abyss,
A face of fade.
A smile so still.
A beautiful soul trapped beneath a blank, stern, and silent scope.
I still want to know what he thinks,
My future is set in place, but is watched by the dark,
This boy needs light,
He needs a guardian,
To graduate with a wing of gold,
This foggy corner represents a relationship.
This boy signifies change.
This darkness is my unhappiness.
A narrative poem broken down into three sentences,
But do not be blind to the objective,
The words beneath the cracks,
I write about a boy,
A second image pierces my periferells,
On the left, is love.
On the right, is curiousity.
On the real, curiousity kills the cat.
I killed the boy,
I shot his nerves, point blank, with the roll of my eyes,
I just need attention,
I need constant attraction,
I adore his love,
I cherish my love for him,
Engraved in darkness,
Altered by a corner,
Continuous attention feeds my emptiness,
Until,
I,
Fade away,
Into my dark corner.
Written in Fall of 2008. Recently edited. From the perspective of "my love". The font from "Altered by a corner" to "Into my dark corner" should gradually decrease in font size, but I could not edit in that way.