Boys listen

You didn't have to do that, though I did sortof expected you to.
I stand on my two feet when I tell other boys, I am not ready.
Because I am not ready.

I don't have a pretty face,
I might have ugly fits of giggles,
I'm insecure.

I hunger for experience.
But Ï may have flinched once or twice.
Giving off my independence,
And surrendering to this drug people call love.

I repel from the very word,
Though I do think of if once or twice in real life.
And continue to dream for people who I can't simply reach.
True story.

So don't cry in sorrow,
In emptiness, in vain.
It will all shed to past.
You will come to the light again,
And fly your freedom.

One day, you'll meet the other
You longed your hand in his
And he'll take it with respect
With an endless love that will take you far
And you will celebrate you two to one.