Sweet
Little
******
Boy
Let me wipe your face
Stand up
And smile
Your pretty smile of grace
Sweet
Little
******
Boy
You will be alright
I will hold you closely
And tell you in stories at night
Sweet
Little
******
Boy
I promise I will love you
And I swear
On my life
I won't let anyone touch you

What, if I may ask, is happiness?

I think, perhaps, that it is not being alone

Being loved

Having someone beside you

Just maybe

When night  comes
And my common sense goes
I start to think
Unusual things
I start to feel
Strange feeling
I begin to love you
A little bit more
And it's awfully strange
But it happens every night
And I can't really tight
I hope that you
Will be in my dreams
Yes, these strange night emotions
Bursting at the seams

red in my stumach
red in my eyes
a thousand red drops
dripping down my spine

Don't you wish you were good enough?

"I love you"

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"Ev­eryone makes mistakes "

And I am tired
Of feeling this way
Tired
As empty
But full
Of something
Something that makes me feel
Disgusting
I am sick
Of knowing
How close happiness is
For others
And knowing
That I'll never be