A Boy And His Fists

A boy is quick with anger

With charm, he uses force

On anything that breathes

Anything that has a pulse

But this boy is amazing

He's kind and uses words

His poetic touch, how he thinks too much,

Much loving him a curse

 

A boy is quick with insults

That illuminate mistakes

Things that are god given

And that should stay the same

But this boy is amazing

He takes his time to love

With compliments and bravery

He saves her every time

 

A boy is quick with judgement

Yet he never wants to admit

But my man is amazing

And he does away with his fist

TheDemiDevil

MD

16 years old

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