Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Two Years Ago

Pressure explodes on his heart
He could be another clone
He could sit alone in the abode of conformity
Spreading his wings then losing integrity

No, he’s not one of them
He’s not going to crack
He’s going to keep his head
He’s a lone wolf, not from the pack

Laughter torments his mind
He’s left behind the realism of a manic Monday
To his dismay, he regrets the ecstasy,
The lack of sleep, but calm he will keep

He’s 17 and he won’t look at me
All he’ll do is laugh at me
Two years on he’ll know how tough
It was to finally get his love

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