There is a boy,
A presence stumbled upon in the shadows,
He hides his face to conceal his identity,
I see his flaws, but no one points at them and laughs,
He is surrounded by rusty chairs and a cloud of darkness,
He does not speak.
He does not think.
He simply stares at the world.
An empty dreamer with all intentions of barking,
He wants me,
I see him,
But my soul is engraved for another,
I want to know what he desires.
I want to know if he stares at me for a "hello".
I want his attention.
The next day, he is gone,
A glimpse of his presence is captured, but not saved,
A figure of darkness and a corner of loneliness,
Shaded patterns of sadness echo in my senses,
Silently pushing me towards the abyss,
A face of fade.
A smile so still.
A beautiful soul trapped beneath a blank, stern, and silent scope.
I still want to know what he thinks,
My future is set in place, but is watched by the dark,
This boy needs light,
He needs a guardian,
To graduate with a wing of gold,
This foggy corner represents a relationship.
This boy signifies change.
This darkness is my unhappiness.
A narrative poem broken down into three sentences,
But do not be blind to the objective,
The words beneath the cracks,
I write about a boy,
A second image pierces my periferells,
On the left, is love.
On the right, is curiousity.
On the real, curiousity kills the cat.
I killed the boy,
I shot his nerves, point blank, with the roll of my eyes,
I just need attention,
I need constant attraction,
I adore his love,
I cherish my love for him,
Engraved in darkness,
Altered by a corner,
Continuous attention feeds my emptiness,
Into my dark corner.
Written in Fall of 2008. Recently edited. From the perspective of "my love". The font from "Altered by a corner" to "Into my dark corner" should gradually decrease in font size, but I could not edit in that way.