Spilling My Heart HERE.

Shy Boy.

He was the shy boy,
The ever so quiet, not so sly boy,
the never really good at saying goodbye boy,

But he was was my boy,
And as we realized the world had lies and joy,
I found my soul heart, in that bright eyed boy,

I’d watched pain as windows fell,
So we were careful at the house with the old well,
Avoiding the women’s secrets, no one should tell,

I’d felt the blade of the black eyed child,
So simple, so young, but yet so wild,
Beautiful but painful when that little boy smiled,

So he held me as we walked, by that old red wood,
Taking as careful steps as we knew we should,
Taking as little breath, as our bodies could,

He had walked the streets near Fourth and Maine,
Watched the empty windows leaking with rain,
Feeling the storms power, and overwhelming pain,

So we held hands down the streets to keep us strong,
I found it was where my hand did truly belong,
Our hearts and heads together we could never be wrong,

I was the girl who was forever destroyed,
The kind of girl you would choose to avoid,
Her mind and heart, no longer convoyed,

He was the shy boy,
The ever so quiet, not so sly boy,
But I fell hard for that blue eyed boy,

But I woke up, and it was never true, that lovely boy never loved me too.

Never Happening.

I look at him and butterflies swarm,

The world is actually beautiful again there in his arms,

I love the way he smiles,

The way he whispers in my ear,

I love being with him, even for a little while,

I haven’t known him long but feel I’ve known him for years,