A broken little heart entangles his tears, that come from a person that he'll never see. Wet rain boots and ***** feet make him forget about the darkest nights. His bed and blankets are like souvenirs from home; a house he'll never remember. Lies and "I'm sorry"s are trapped in his hair, dangling behind his ears, whispering such morbid pain among his lullabies. With every cry he's screamed for you, can you even hear him? He's afraid to sleep alone, as the TV erases nightmares oozing from his eyes, do you care at all? Lost toys and old photographs make him plead; Oh, but why? He'll never understand the love he couldn't have, the love you wouldn't give-
I made this poem a long time ago. All feedback is welcome and appreciated!