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A Couple of Boys I know

There is this boy I once knew

Foolish and young

He longed to be the class clown

Loud mouthed

His mother would tell him "think before you speak"

He would only apply it when he got something out of it

Like staying out after curfew

Un appreciative towards everything that mattered

A bit of an ego

Too many friends to count

He didn't like a challenge

Or work

Or any type of learning

His school results showed that

His heart was un breakable

With an exception to those couple of first loves

That were way too easy to obtain

He always knew

They were never going to last

Though they caused attempted suicides and self harm

A foolish lover

Innocent at heart

He would make sure no one would ever notice

He formed an unbreakable shell

It did him good for a while

Until it felt the touch of the most purist hand out there

It went boom and exploded right there and then

No one has found him since.

 

There is this boy I know

Well he isn't really a boy anymore

He has learnt from many mistakes

Slowly maturing

Over looking for attention, though he finds it nice sometimes

A quiet spoken introvert

Formed by something his mother use to tell him

He will never forget it

Appreciative towards everything that matters

He has learnt what means the most

No ego

He watches ego filled ***** and wonders how they always win

Wishes he had a bit of one

A few close friends to always count on

All he needs

Regrets his schooling life

Wishing he made better decisions

Though he wouldn't realize this until he grew up a bit

And everyone knew that was going to take time

A shattered and beaten heart

Though he found love in pills, a lot more than he would like to admit

A replacement that can't replace the real thing

Longing for the touch of something he once felt

He needs to be re built

You may see him wondering around

Waiting to be found.

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