He was once a cute little boy -
Cut and cuddly, just like a toy.
His screams of laughter would light up a room,
People heard him coming, "He'll be here soon".
His chubby cheeks, red as a rose.
His emerald eyes, from which happiness arose.
The river of hair flowing from his head.
His heart bursting with joy as the dark thoughts fled.
But something has happened, all this has changed.
All his emotions were never the same.
Only emptiness now imprisons his mind
As the answers to his questions he longs to find.
His rosy cheeks, now deathly white.
His deep emerald eyes now black as night.
His long fair hair, now lank and grey.
His love filled heart, now filled with hate.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Britney (172.16.2.18) -- Thursday, February 17 2005, 06:02 pm|
|LBK (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, March 12 2005, 12:07 am|
I still see that same little boy. He ain't gone
|Holly (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, April 6 2005, 08:32 pm|
I love this one. Man you are far too good at wrting poems ;]
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