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The Boy Inside

It was early April and his day was just to begin
Fresh from tears he rose to his feet
The morning mist sprinkled a chill down his back, again she would fail
As in his vision nothing stood between
Hard, trying to fit
Always in sight fo what was to come his way
Many hearts came to judge
But he stood still with a dream to find his real love
In a quest he took off
Cast after cast he bit
Never understanding why so many fell
His heart grew big, and golden to his chest
Elegance for he wanted to be
Flowers he brougth her, only to see the world was real
How many kisses could one steal
Yet the kiss he yearned for the most he never got
A joy to prentend
Another heart to amend
Who would call to his joy
An angel?
He stood to his moon
His hope of a better place, alone
No one came, he wept the night away into dusk
Falling lower and lower
Breathing only to live, he saw nothing ahead
A dead end, a narrow path
Again Romeo was in his mind to chant in romance
To speak of love the way no one else could
He found a medium of self-fulfilment
And he went on to speak of love
Many whom payed audience saw the talent that walked on his verse
Many too did doubt, but he went on
A boy, longing to be a man
Love took him by surprise
He was a boy inside

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Brandy Megens

Date: 5/20/2009 7:26:00 AM

what lost love floating in the air such innocence replelling from above beautiful brother

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/19/2009 4:30:00 AM

im glad if this boy never grows up,cos whose heart is better of that of a boy,innocent and pure?i think men all want to be Romeo,and girls all wish to be Emily's,its wonderful if the tale was for real,but life has its ups and downs,but where there's lov ewe are always winners--and 'he went on to speak of love'and he did it wonderfully--this goes to my favs--charma;-)

Cesar Cantu

Date: 5/18/2009 7:43:00 PM

Early days in suffering, unforgetable experiences, yet very important to build a base and being able to walk tall because of the sprouting palm trees under one's feet; this poem is sad but not in that very dark, ominous, blood-shedding way I usually find in poetry; sadness in here is more...innocent, and I think that is worse than anything...because innocence feels things just the way they are, with no racionalization; great one!!