If no one ever sees this my words wont dissipate, nor will they disperse. They will remain the unguided thoughts of a 20 year old boy whos flauntless words will remain in exile of anothers eyes. They will remain for the sole purpose to feed the authors ambitions of a greater future from which a gloomy past has held.

The New Toy

Let loves lost begotten boy

Be found with a new worldy toy

That his hopes and dreams will not return

Cause if they do they will surely burn

He must plant the past and hope it never grows

For if it does it will surely show

How life once game him that true love

But it disappeared quicker than the perfect dove.