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I Know a Boy

I know a boy with more scars on his hand than he can understand It seems the worlds at his command to do his every demand But he doesn't use words Because words aren't as loud as his gun The shots fired into the night, the Bang of fright , his hand clenched around it... tight He Thinks hes just trying to have a life hes making But he sometimes forgets the lives hes taking The families hes breaking, the mother who's aching I know a boy with more things in his past than he cares to let last He suppresses them, but they come back fast I'm there when they resurface When they creep back up into his mind, Trying to find a way to unwind His control They eat at his soul There is a boy who I love deeper than any sea And that's not easy for me, I've been hurt before you see. But he has more scars on his hand than I could understand And with love in high demand I don't jump into the ocean, rather run my fingers through the sand. The sand and all its grain holds the entire oceans pain When the waves beat at the shore until its broken and sore Oh you merciless sea Treats it's banks the same way the world treats him and me We push back a wave that came rolling in, just to see a new one start up again its his life... Filled to the brim with heartache and strife But I understand him, like he understands the tip of his knife so maybe, one day he will make me his wife I love a boy with more scars on his hand than he or I can ever understand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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