For the boy whom is blind
To the way I feel inside,
To how willingly I would give him my love,

For the boy whom I want to give my heart
I write these words that will never be enough
About how I think we'd click just right,

For the boy whom I cannot have
I try to form verses raidiating with meaningful soul
With something more than plain and simple,

For the boy whom will never know
I will not go on with these lines that say nothing,
For everytime I write a poetic piece about a boy
I am the one left to rot in the dust,

For the boy whom I am not mentioning
I do not write this
This does not exist,
For I will not believe he is like all the rest.