I met a boy today,
similar to me,
with hopeful eyes and yellow teeth.

He looked like death,
smelled like it too.
With skin made of gray
and hair that flew.

A mind made of magic,
graced with such life.
Soul of beauty
and a backstory,
tragic.

He fell in love,
with a girl from the sea.
His heart was a lock
and her's was the key.

He slipped
and he slipped
until he drown,
dead.

The auburn girl burned still in his head.