I’m not a poet,
I can’t write like Poe,
I have no reason to write,
Not like Freneau.

I am just a boy,
Still not quite a man,
There is much I can’t do,
Without you holding my hand.

Why have I found love?
I’m too young to feel these things,
I am still a boy…

Lost in autumn,
You fall like the leaves,
Change colors and show your true self.
You're lost.

You stop hiding behind a tan,
Start living your life.
You long for days past,

I hate to be alone,
But I always feel like I am,
I try to fight this feeling,
But I can never quite fend it off,
It’s sad,
But I just want to feel like I belong.