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
Copyright © Tatianna Leachet | Year Posted 2016
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