i recall one thing my mother told me
beware the stare of broken boys
for they will capture you, lock you up with their forgotten toys
they will try to be better
sometimes you wont be able to tell.
they will shout, they will pry
and sometimes they may even make you cry
after everything i never thought i would love again
i felt hopeless
as though i was the broken boy
but
one day a broken boy may need a little glue
to fix the wounds, mend them up like new
if they are lucky and try very hard
that same broken boy may be loved by a girl like you
you taught me to feel
what it meant to be loved and be in love
with you
Hannah Comrie
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