Everything that comes out of your mouth hurts me.
So do the things that go in occasionally.
But who am I to keep you constantly by my side.
My words don’t have the power to change your mind.
The sounds you make are forever enchanting.
The sounds I make keep you prancing.
Away and away I watch you go.
As I search for words that you might know.
Every book I read seems to contain your presence.
Every song I hear seems to resonate your essence.
There’s no sweeter sound than what you say.
Every word has the potential to make my day.
To think that you’re not mine.
Makes me wonder if I’m a mime.
My silent words forever making no sound.
On your door my fists pound.
In this case actions speak quieter than words.
So I guess another man is who you deserve.

A Boy.