This little boy,
filled with hate,
i keep trying to save him,
i wonder if i am too late,
he talks about killing,
i try to help him,
we talk happy,
then he talks dark and my heart grows dim,
i feel like giving up,
but two hurt hearts can make a happy,
i want to be a medicine,
to get rid of his agony,
i don't know what i can do,
i try my best,
because in my eyes,
this hurt boy rises above the rest,
he doesn't know i hurt,
but i try to hide my pain,
i must help him,
is the only thought that runs through my brain,
he likes me and i know it,
but i continue not to give him a chance,
i am like a warrior,
not letting him in my fence,
this little boy,
captures my heart more and more,
do i love him,
the answer is i don't know for sure,
my mind says ask him out,
but as i a rule i don't ask guys out,
i wait for them to as me,
but what if he thinks i should ask him out,
then i will be doomed for a doubt,
so why do i hide,
in the shadows but help him from a distance away,
why don't i try to be the sun,
that brightens his Grey day,
am i afraid of getting hurt,
and letting go of someone i care for,
i am like a little baby,
hiding under the covers on the floor,
so is it my fault he is this way,
am i the reason he has no joy,
what do i do,
to help this lovely little boy.....................
