The Brokenhearted Boy Poem by Michael Devant

He takes the next flight to contradict freedom
She stole all the ticket for adolescence reason

He played the guitar and bend the sound
she listen and whispered before it starts to wail

He greet the morning with delight and puzzles
She roams around looking for glory in her head

He takes the apple
She molds the pavement

He talks
She speaks He walks
She sleeps
and then he stop to look
She step aside to see

She's running around and he flies...

HE is him and a boy
SHE is her and a lie...
The brokenhearted boy....