That Boy Poem by Dan Brown

A face on paper; a name on lips.
The heart of a lie over which he trips.
A distant memory; a broken smile.
Extinguished dreams in a perfect pile.

A fresh blank page of creamy white -
skin that looks like it wasn’t washed right.
Watery eyes that reflect the skies -
a single cloud that never cries.

A lifeless log, floating along,
accompanied by Heavensong.
Your unmade bed, your favourite toy,
Hard to believe you’re that boy.