Just A Boy, Just An Ordinary Boy, But He Was Looking To The Sky.
Hands plunged into my pockets,
i strolled down the concrete road,
leading past all the closed, empty shops.
Jack Johnson , Letters To cLeo, and and John Mayer
whispered sweet loves songs into my ear, while i approached a fire pit,
surrounded by cute little couples,
desperatly seeking warmth from the cool chill of the evening.
I sat down, alone, and tossed my cigarette butt into the flames.
I delved into my mind,
and i thought about the days events.
My heart reaches out to both of them.
But i know he loves her.
look at 'em.
look how he holds her,
look how he touches her,
and looks at her,
i can't compete.
Matty B.
