Thank You

Ruined by the eloquence of a dark headed soul.
Gone are the illusions of a world that is still full.
The sharp tongue whips at me, the red nails cut deep.
As I cling to the boyhood that is torn from my keep.

Thing’s are quite different, everything is strange.
I will long for what was, I will face the pain.
In my ignorance, I had my bliss.
Knowing I’m forced to deal with this.

Now I have angles and very strait lines.
Appointments and deadlines, I’m falling behind.
If you leave me a message, I’ll send its return.
But somewhere down in me I will always yearn.

So thank you, his beauty, for the schooling with style.
For the elegance of whom there’s always a smile.
It was bound to happen, I’m sure it is true.
It had to be someone, I’m glad it was you.