The Boy.
He never believes in himself for fear of having to choose. He walks tall, stands strong and holds his head high. but feels small and unnoticed on the inside. They never have faith and always look past The boy who if loved would come to surpass. He has little value in the things that he does. He wants so badly to be able to love. If only if only the Girl could show that with little effort the feeling could grow. It could carry and shelter and despite what they say It could last and last to see better days. So please dear boy hold on to this love Fight for it, Cry For it, Die for it because True love is real love and whether it last Its better to have had then to have let it pass. Inspired by love that grew in an unlikely place. Click here to read or post comments. |