Sitting in the sun
Not saying a word
Never smiling and never laughing
Just simply sitting
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who sits in the trees

There he is
In his shorts from yesterday
He hasn’t changed his clothes
His eyes bright and alert
His hair still un-brushed
Still there, and still gorgeous
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who stands outside

I can see that his heart is on fire
His mind a jumbled mess
Of feelings, emotions, memories
His eyes hold pain and love and lies
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy with the painted smile

He seems happy and light on the outside
But on the inside his heart has a crack in the middle
All the way through and it fills with lava
But it’s plugged and ready to burst
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who is ticking away

There he is
Locked up with a Dark Skinned Beauty
They are forever locked
Lips to lips, chest to chest, hand in hand
The love he feels
Explodes in rays of light
Out of his heart trying to break the forever riddle locked heart of the Dark Skinned Beauty
But she plays him as good as she does the piano or the fiddle
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who is blinded by his love

She screams that Dark Skinned Beauty
He hits the tree beside her
She yells and turns away and tells him that she hates him
She runs to the group without a backwards glance
Coming to spread rumors
He cries and screams and runs
He has run out of time
He has exploded
He gives in, his armor rusting
Beaten and dented
Stained with blood
There is nothing that can save him
He cries, hits, yells, and breaks
He is killing himself
Wasting away
I want to save him, to let him now he is going to be okay
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who’s armor is stained with blood and regret

He has fallen for me
I did not intend it
But, in a way I wanted it and I am also falling in love
He is like a Rose, so pretty and you want so badly to pick it up, but when you do
You get pricked with sharp thorns that pierce thru you
He is like an obsession that enters your mind he stays there and calls to you
And you want to answer but you’re scared that once you do u will never be able to leave
He fills your mind and tries to make you forget that he is still ticking
And the Dark Skinned Beauty is still eating him away
She is there… implanted in his mind and soul
I can see it in his eyes that he still loves her
And the obsession became too much
Had to come to my senses and realize that he is still ticking
But he will get over it
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who has once again been thrown into moving traffic along with his heart
Sirens scream through the night
Piercing the darkness with their blue and red lights
They have come to take the boy home
He has exploded again, he is barely alive
His heart nothing but fire and hate
But yet, he still loves her
He loves me
He loves and hates
But he hates to love
And he loves to hate
He wants to hit
To cause pain, to love, to care
But he doesn’t know
How or what he wants
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who crawls into the car that takes him back home

Her tools of torture cut and grind, play and tease with his dead heart
Begging, pleading
He runs out crying
And I tell him the terrible truth
I make him hear me
I tell him what she is doing
So he runsbecausee he doesn’t want it to be true, but he knows it is
So I think and ponder
Whether or not to approach
The boy who is trying to run from the terrible truth

We are together every day
Laughing
Smiling
He is finally happy
My quest is not finished
Because when you have a friend that you care bout
Your work is never done
Because in order to keep the one closest to you
You have To Love A Friend