Mouse Boy
Too many words for a small hearted love
Too many wounds for a girl moved on too soon
Too much of a lack of times you looked above
Too many false promises to fall immune.
Your wasting, Your wasting the pieces of your heart
Dont you think It's time to start
Sweeping up, the shards of her glass greenhouse
Where too many emotions seem to grow
Are you a man? boy, Or a mouse?
Show her what she's missing, let go.
The End
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Mouse Boy, which
was posted on Jul 23, 2011 by
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"The first time i wrote poetry onto paper then onto the computer and this is what..."
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