This Boy (: - Poem by Miranda Stoltz
So there is this boy.
He fills my heart with joy.
I know hes not a decoy.
Hes got my heart.
Looking at him, takes my breath away.
He makes my day go better and better.
Even if he just wrote me a letter.
So this guy is perfect, or so it seems.
Oh if he wasn't just in my dreams.
As you see, 'This boy', my only joy.
Is merely a toy, a toy of my mind.
Though when i lay down at night, despite all my fright.
I find myself, lost in his eyes.
You see, i found my prize, lost in his eyes.
Maybe someday i'll find, 'This boy'.
Maybe someday, someone will hear my plea.
Cause as you see, i am alone, in this place i call home.
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