The wheather initiated showing footprints of cold , A boy was crounching inside of his blanket whose nature wasnt really bold. For him where I should hug him but I don't He needs to learn that's life isn't a soft tone. Unknowingly patting starts inside his chest , Was that a heat attack or someone telling him he's the best? The inner child who wanted to feel warm is now in cage, You might don't know but it takes a lot to drink you own rage. if you were my little boy I would never let you down , I would hug you and never get you frown. And if you were my little boy I would always make you proud, Even if you weren't my little boy you would be the only one I care about.
The little innocent boy who got hate disguise as love.