snow the spring flowers
from the trees that smell so strongly
not scentless gray blobs

a lonely boy walks
through the nightmares of his past
catching his demons

streetlight at midnight
eyes watching the very few
illuminating

i am fading in
a shadow of myself is
nothing but a memo

five minutes past noon
the air has run still
life is frozen
people glancing left and right
they cross the road of truth
I remember the boy
the boy called William
his hair so messy
scuffs on his knees
mud on his hands
scrapes on his feet
I remember the girl
the girl he liked
she payed no mind
he was just there to her
he never gave up
childhood innocence ran free
it passed quickly before blinking
they got older
his knees healed
his hair settled
his hands were washed
his feet scarred
his heart kept beating
she kept ignoring
ignoring what he said
putting him to blame
blaming him of the silence
he stopped trying
his heart was breaking
he couldn't stop the pain
she didn't have a care in the world
only he was to blame
the rain still fell
the winds still blew
life went on without him in it
truth in a Disney movie
it's the circle of life