Title: Boy
by Gin from Northamptonshire | in writing, poetry
Like a childish clichéd joke oh boy you light my guileless smile
Turning cartwheels through my idle mind and grinning all the while
Like your stupid faces don't just make me love you all the more
Like there's anyone else around this place I'd wake up dreaming for
Like every time you walk away or stroll on past my door
Doesn't tear my heart in two and leave it gasping on the floor
'Cause she's the one you're running to and she's the one you see
When you close your eyes and think at night and should be seeing me
Like the magazine once said I love to love and how bizarre
That I should love the boy who's shown me least affection here by far
'Cause we never hug or play-fight, do we, never get to touch
Though I burn down to the bones with aches to hold you close so much
And I want to fight your corner boy, want all the world to hear
That the slow songs and the longing and the poems and the tears
Weren't all hopeless after all, weren't lost to time and sweet despair
Want to break into your heart and find my smile already there.
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