The Boy
Have you ever stopped to look At the boy in his demise? Have you ever wondered how The boy lives on through his lies?
He would surely recognize If you put him on the pedestal But he doesn’t realize That he has his mother’s eyes
And he’ll never be offended If you deem his brain demented For he never understood a kiss And lives in utter bliss
@kosmoes
forever relevant
I miss having the energy to sit down and write something mildly thoughtful
2018 and still pathetically proud of the most inventive thing i ever wrote














