Reaching
A boy could get lost in you…
Caught up in flights of fancy
Promises yet to be made,
Kisses yet to be given.
He’d stumble
And find himself in your arms
Nowhere near eager to get back up…
But he’s just a boy,
And knows nothing of what love is.
Too fragile.
Too weak.
Not ready.
A boy could get lost in you…
…But a man would find himself.
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