The Thoughts Of A Confused 17 Year Old Boy

An empty worn away, picture frame
A lost soul searching, without a name

A river of tears, for every break
A cacophony of noise, for every mistake

An abandoned house, containing a past
A red wine bottle, next to an empty glass

A rocking chair, unused on a porch
A gentle wind, carrying my thoughts

A glowing circle, upon the sky
A moment in time, that deserves a cry

A boy and a girl, hand in hand
Sitting gently on the sand

A winters night, a swaying tree
A lonely thought, Of you and me

A terrible night, drowned by sorrow
An empty bed, for longer than tomorrow

A fallen tear, a heart now broken
The simplest words, that need to be spoken

A lost child, without their toy
These are the thoughts of a confused 17 year old boy