He sat next to the window as he got ready for bed,
But couldn’t go to bed because he had a lot of pain in his head.
Thoughts reminisced as the tears of his cry fell,
But no one could hear him, ‘cuz no one could tell.
Hit, scratched, punched, and talked down to was the mental note when he couldn’t pass through.
Tears, cry, sobbs, and weeps was the something he called his speciality.
His heart was broken for what he told.
But everyone looked at it as a heart that could hold.
He was the guy that hid from love, but then he found love.
Tall, lanky, bruised armed girl,
He knew couldn’t bail,
He found the one that could tell his tale.
They cried together, made each other strong.
Because they knew they were meant to belong.
Getting away together could make the pain go away.
But who said to wait til 18...the right age.
Run, jump, climb, crawl.
They did everything to make their distance long.
Free from pain, but locked in love.
These two never knew the true meaning of US!