Entitled "Poetic"
Clouded with confidence, blinded by danger.
The dainty young boy makes his way towards the stranger
He outstretches his hand takes hers and he shakes
"I'm Ryan" he whispers, as his pale body quakes
a voice in his head tells him "kid say the truth"
and his mouth opens slightly, though the words are aloof
The boy chokes on his words and his voice comes out odd
He says "I have to go" but what he meant was "I'm god"
He walks away dreaming, "her face is poetic"
But he can't stop thinking "Dear god, I'm pathetic"
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