The Boy

I watch you

As you walk down the hall, my head turning at my saviour

Somehow thinking that this time you'll save me

I feel like you're perfect, that you would make me perfect

Though neither is true

I watch you

With your scuffed shoes, dishevelled hair, and imperfections I do not see

You may be just a boy walking down the hall, but to me you are hope, love, potential

But I'm always wrong

For I do not know you, and you cannot save me

And as you fade from my mind

Hope dies again, and I feel stupid

Again

Mourning for the boy I lost, the boy I never had

And the love I feel I will never receive