Punk Boy by Beth K HannahAngry, young and violent,
I assuage my butterflies in your presence.
No attempts are made to gloss over
The simple adoration I feel
When I see you from a far.
I mapped out the quickest way to win you over
But road kill keeps spinning me over.
If there was ever a way to make you mine
I have dissected and analyzed
And lit it on fire.
(for flames are the way to a boy's heart)
I took every trick and spun it in circles
Suprised how anxious and calm I can feel
When asking you about your favorite mode
Of self destruction.
(as if music could purify my thoughts near you)
And the days seem so bleak
When you are not there
With your butterfly creating blue eyes
And sunstealing hair.
I just hope I can live up
To any image I project
And kill any misconceptions you have.
(we know how boys with lies can meddle)
I know you can't be bought
Can't free me
Or save me from the wolves,
And I can't promise to never leave you alone,
Let you die young,
Or shag you in the backseat of my car.
But I can be you silver lining
And you my golden sunlight.
11/04/2003 Author's Note: This is what happens when boys do not come to school and I discover thier favorite band's website.
Posted on 11/04/2003 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 11/05/03 at 12:59 AM I know who Bethy likes! I know who Bethy likes! This is prettiful. And rather odd coming from you, but I like it anyway;) |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/07/03 at 11:58 AM unlike the lad, this insightful poem will ne'er die young but live on to ripeness. |
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