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Last Chance Boy]
The small, red ruby
sits in my hand
as I wait for the one
to take the last stand.
His eyes, a loveing emerald green
just waiting to explode to brown
and hair so soft to the touch,
I don't know where to start
I laugh and smile at his jokes,
and now carry his biggest secrets,
so when his voice grows soft and weak,
only I appeal to his heart.
Look deeper into his soul,
not just at his appearance,
for this agressive boy may seem mean,
I still see his innocence.
Not my best poem, but I know it's true. Even the small red ruby in my hand is true, with the small ruby heart off my mom's broken necklace right here. I hope you like it!
The small, red ruby
sits in my hand
as I wait for the one
to take the last stand.
His eyes, a loveing emerald green
just waiting to explode to brown
and hair so soft to the touch,
I don't know where to start
I laugh and smile at his jokes,
and now carry his biggest secrets,
so when his voice grows soft and weak,
only I appeal to his heart.
Look deeper into his soul,
not just at his appearance,
for this agressive boy may seem mean,
I still see his innocence.
Not my best poem, but I know it's true. Even the small red ruby in my hand is true, with the small ruby heart off my mom's broken necklace right here. I hope you like it!
