He Writes

A lonely boy sits beneath a willow tree He stares at the glistening stars above him Pen in hand And feelings on paper He thinks about a specific girl The laughs and the smiles They are unforgettable “She makes me happy” He writes The tears and the heartache They come too easily “I will protect her with my life” He writes The mistakes and bad decisions They are only moments away “I want only the best for her” He writes The lonely nights and terrible days They appear to be constant “I will be there for her whenever, wherever, and always” He writes He writes, he writes, he writes He writes until his pages are filled with black ink Until his pen cannot take another stroke Until his paper has run out He writes, he writes, he writes He writes until he is out of words Until love isn’t meaningful enough Until he himself is drained of emotion He writes, he writes, he writes He writes because she is his world She is his life She is his everything