If he counties to fall,
No one will call,
Who even cares about that boy,
All he does is play coy,
He left his family with out a dought,
He didn't care about how they felt,
Everyone stopped looking for him,
No one cared not even his own kin,
Who looks for the lost,
When all any one think is about the cost,
The boys thoughts were on the town,
For all he wants it to burn it down,
He spends his days at the shore,
He loves the way it feels in his core,
His emotions are just beyond the surface,
He dose not think they have a purpose,
What he feels is nothing,
He has no bones build for loving,
He'll get over the past,
And hopefully that will last,
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Original poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written. Based of books, movies, and life. My general rule was to hide away all of this. But writing helps me unlock parts of my self I sometimes didn't know I had. Don't hide from it unleash it. The scariest thi...
