The Boy

By Caydee   

A boy talks to me.
in the midst of my debris.
His soothing voice lulls and excites me.
He answers my plea.
A friendship blooms,
as darkness looms.
It was not meant to be.
We would only cause more debris.
We grow close however.
I was blind to see it wouldn't last forever.
He kisses me.
Slowly, softly, passionately.
Not once, but twice.
He is my temporary vice.
A beautiful distraction.
Grows, does my attraction.
He is a light in my darkness.
A friend to the lonely.
Me, he said he loves.
My heart soars like a thousand doves.
Alas, it was not meant to be,
him and me.
Darkness looms.
As my love blooms.

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