Little boy why did you have to chase me so hard didnt your mother show you what to do didnt your father tell you not to push Little boy we could have been great friends but you frightened me to death you see you made a rabbit out of me and now we cant go back to being anything perhaps I ought to thank you for you took my innocence away and made me cruel how did you know Id need that later on you taught me to hide and you taught me to lie and to tremble at the telephone to scream but never cry surely you were wise beyond your years for you planted in me unknown fears that since Ive met time and again I wish I could have known it then I might have been grateful for the experience rather than for the darkness so useful to the hunted deer who doesnt know the way but really I would not have known into how many arms a girl will let herself be thrown just to escape the one who wants her most better to dance with ten who wont remember her name than to be asked by one who cant forget it Little boy you made me feel guilt that day which never fully went away you told the world you hated me and thats when I began to see how much it must have hurt to have dressed up in your first clean shirt and hope like hell shed understand the things you felt, and take your hand but damn you little boy I never had a chance you couldnt see I wasnt ready for what you monsters call romance Little boy you never looked at me the same as though you didnt know my name and in the end you made me hate myself for hurting you but no one ever stopped to tell me what I ought to do Little boy maybe someday youll walk my way and listen to the song I play and if youre still fond of passing notes perhaps well shed our childrens coats and talk an hour or two of whats become of us and why that finally we might say hello, forgive, and say goodbye.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 06:24:12 +0000
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