A boy once loved
Light shady hair
That lays softly and carressing his lonely thoughts
Habits that glorfies the flaws in his stormy eyes
He's my hero in disguise
Although he is stunning to us
he keeps running
Always afraid
Always terrified like the shakes in his bones
They make the struture of his suttle frame
They make the structure of his weary brain
Scars to hide that raise upon ice cold December skin
He may not know the true answers
But he knows his wrongs better than the world
Raised skin to feel against his own finger tips
There's still pigments of color left on his shell
But deep down in his veins
It's dark and shallow
He's lost his way
-R.K.