you're beautiful and perfect and you always know how to charm..
then you leave, cause you're only a child and know nothing of promises.
it's sad until it isn't
when soaked pillows have finally dried.. you're seen for what you are.
a cheap imitation of the real thing.
a simple boy trying to become a man.

now, it's only sad that you're already everything you'll ever be.


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