A/N: A poem about a couple special boys who like to confuse me =P

Toys

He’s a toy

Just a boy

That I like to play with

Like an ottoman;

Nice, but you don’t really need it

It’s a game

We’re the same

With are ‘maybe’s and ‘what-if’s

We play at love

But we don’t really feel it

When will I learn

The truth about living

Is it my turn?

Is it time to start giving?

Taking,

I’m waking

From my lucid dream

The answer is clear

But it’s hard to believe it

Shaking,

I’m breaking

Apart at the seams

Your love is a gift

But it’s hard to receive it

Is it today

That I’ll finally live

Why do I take

When I just want to give?

Why don’t you see

This heart here before you?

Listen to me!

Do I ever ignore you?

Did you ever think

That I could adore you

For who you are?

We’re not very far

We’re not very far apart.