Lonely Boy

There once was a boy

Lonely and sad

Of problems and issues

A myriad he had

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An ailment afflicted him

Terrible but true

You see he could never

Get close to you

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For if he did

A cloud would descend

Misery would seize you

And you would cry for the end

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He radiated an energy

Of pure sadness and pain

That seeped through every pore

Ran through every vein

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He was not evil

Mean or unkind

All he ever wanted

Was a friend of some kind

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Until one day 

He met a girl

Lips of red, hair of black

Skin the colour of ivory pearl

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The girl was grieving

It was easy to see

And it came to light

Her name was Misery

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Misery was a writer

Of poetry and rhyme

She wrote of darkness, death

And the passing of time

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But she was not very good

She had to confess

For these things you need more hardship

And less happiness

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She had a happy life

Had plenty of friends

Her life was good

That was the end

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But she wanted to write

Desperately so

She was out of ideas

To find her woe

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Lonely Boy smiled to himself 

And thought

He could help her to write

So her poems could be bought

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He proposed the idea

Outside a graveyard

That with him around

Writing with pain was far from hard

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Misery listened

And fell instantly in love

She had been sent a dark angel

From far up above

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Though he made her feel hollow

Lost and alone

He helped her to write

The darkest of poems

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Lonely Boy had a friend

A friend at last

He didn't feel sad 

Or like an outcast

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Misery sold books

Left, right and centre

Recognised in every

Bookshop she entered

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Misery gave the words

Lonely Boy the laughter

And that way they lived

Miserably Ever After

The End

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