The Boy Is Untouched Poem by emina dove

The boy is untouched.
With jeans and a jacket, he storms across the room.
He caught someone's attention.
The baby smile comes up as he nods his way in.
Shoes move around, so the boy could step in.
He looks from left to right, and brings his apperance.
And he makes sure that,
He is untouched.

He carries a ring around.
And twirls it around his finger
As his head moves side to side.
The people wait.
What's going through his head now?
He scratches the back of his head.
He leans against the wall.
Jokes and laughter fills the air.
He is untouched.

He is untouched.
Who is this boy?
He is the one that has stolen my heart.