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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Aug 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.02.18.23.27658]] |
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He was a tall drink of water With an endless smile And a look in his eye, of something Sinister, of something That appealed to a place deep inside me That I hadn't discovered yet. He listened to AC/DC endlessly And song "Whole Lotta Rosie" To me, as if I were something more Than the 90 pounds, something more Than the whole lotta anything That I was at the time. His favorite color became mine His favorite song, mine And I savored in his bad-boy Reputation. Wanted to earn one myself. Yes, I wanted his whole being Wanted to be more than just like him. Then one night he was being overtly mean What else could he be, really? Only that night I wasn't having it. Friends were there, and I could not have that My own image to portray, to relay So I simply sent him away. And kissed another boy, his friend. And that was it, our end. I was broken in half, I felt. For days, months, felt like years A hundred thousand billion tears Just for him. I still see him in my dreams Those mornings I awake with a smile And wonder where he is, what life Has done with him, to him. What he has done with that look in his eye And if he has me once in awhile, in his own dreams. |