I met a boy yesterday
that was trying too hard
to be a man.
His voice was passion
and he dressed
to the nines,
but his eyes
gave him away.
He played music
that could take
my breath to
some other place.
He was confident
and so certain,
so ready to answer
every unasked question.
I was supposed
to be him.
I was supposed
to take the world
in these two hands
and do something
with it that
no one could expect.
But I didn't.
I haven't.
I don't know how.
I don't know how
to try too hard,
but I know that
if I did,
my eyes would
undoubtedly
give me away
every time.
A contest entry
- actually by heaven all alone.
3000 points, ended October 20, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ooohhh. This makes me think really hard. I love it. Thank you so much for entering.
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thank you for an amazing contest.
why does it make you think really hard...?
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