Tiny Poems And Other Things Thatcome To My Mind When I'm On The Street

Something I found in an old notebook

Big brown eyes, and his lashes look so fine.
Fringed curls, black hair, smiling like there's no one there.
Breaks into the classroom, doesn't care he's late.
He wore rock band's shirts, dark skinny jeans,
His bad boy leather jacket and a cigarette on his lips.
He used to play guitar and sing in a groovy vibe.
He won my heart on the night he told me that.
He likes to play drums and make dinner to his mum.
He uses hipster glasses and plays xbox all night.
He reads about Hitler during his free time.
He will teach me how to play pool at the bar he likes.
He is the reason I smile all night, and the one that makes me cry when he holds someone else's hand.
He is the boy I fell in love with, the one who tore my world apart and broke my heart.
He's so obssesed with Joker and DC Comics.
He wears London flag sneakers.
He's got a lip ring, he looked so hot and his smile got small.
He got drunk on Fridays and high on saturdays, he got a really stupid tattoo and his voice got rough.
He even sold his drums.
He stopped worrying about his mum.
He changed so much I could dare anymore.
He changed so much I couldn't care anymore.
He forgot about me, as I forgot about him.
Our story never started, but it surely ended.
He was the boy I fell in love with, the one who tore my world apart and broke my heart.
He was the boy...
He is the boy.
He is the man.