Confessions of a Young Wooden Boy

by Stargirl   May 20, 2008


Oh how I was happy at first,
The girl who used to love me bought me
The girl that never left her room without me
But all I can do is to stare at her perfect eyes
And feel what she feels deep inside
This heartache of mine which she cannot feel
Will remain clueless into the land of a non-existence
Soon she went to school,
Cuddling me as she walked along the hallway
I smiled and wished to hug her tight by myself
Which I cannot do but to smile with her
Every night I sat and watched her sleep
Tingles on my tummy began to rumble it playing inside my mind
And I want to say,
"Ever dearest princess!
Your sweetest smile has overshadowed my hollow and meaningless heart
And made me to love you more and more each day"
Too bad I cannot do anything
A beautiful girl like her cannot love a moldy wooden toy like me
A boy has no heart
Yet, my love is the most powerful force any regular boy can have
She even does not know I exist
Such a pain in the heart
But still true
Months have passed,
I think I am slowly drowning
Sitting on a green shelf with nothing to do but to stare at her
I did not get tired,
I even did it as my favorite hobby
The rusty and rugged wooden boy watching his love sleep
I was still in-love with the girl which I used to call my princess
I shouted on my mind "WHY CANT YOU LOVE ME?"
I know I am different than the other guys she will meet
And I am the only one who can love her until my life is destroyed
One day, she looked at my eyes
Fixing my blue shirt and said,
"I love you my dear prince! I wish you were real"
A sudden illusion of a heart on my mind began to tickle
Scary and beautiful at the same time
I wish she could press my tummy a million times
To let her hear how much I really love her
Can you take me out of this counterfeit wooden fantasy
And turn me into a regular piece of junk
Without tears
Without dreams
And without love

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