He was our wonderboy
He was invincible
Nothing could touch him

Not Shawn

Not Shawn with his beautifully spun lies
That he never truly expected us to believe
Though we did

Not Shawn

Who always got us in and out of trouble
With his quick temper, and silver smooth tongue

Not Shawn

Who was loyal to a fault
Hated authority with a passion
The only one of us to ever truly dance across that invisible line

Not Shawn

Who could make a deal with the devil and come out unscathed

Not Shawn

Innocent and scarred at the same time

Not Shawn

Who'd brag about his wild weekends
And never inhaled off a cigarette

Not Shawn

The boy who fancied himself a player
Who was so caught up with Amanda he didn't know which way was up

Not Shawn We Said
Not Shawn

All he'd half to do was spare a few words, for Jesus, or Lucifer
He'd get them to send him right back here with us.

Not Shawn We Said

Crowding around the pipe
In that dark abandoned park
Doing everything we could to forget

Not Shawn

Someone says
I bet Shawn is up there doing the same thing
Packing the bong with Jesus
Just like that one song
Just like that

If anyone could do it would be Shawn

Wasn't he our wonderboy?
Wasn't he invincible?

Not Shawn

There had to be a mistake

Could he hear us up in heaven?
Was he laughing and crying at the same time like us?

Not Shawn

So full of life
So beautiful in all his awkward teenage glory
It had to be a lie

It was another one of Shawn's stories, a prank that had to be it
Never mind that all Shawn had lied about before was distant, trivial
That he would never hurt us
Nothing could hurt like this
He was our wonderboy

Not Shawn

We cry that it isn't fair
How can this happen
Not Shawn

Not Shawn, we say

He can't be…

He will forever be our wonderboy

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A/N: I wrote this last Christmas, and only just now feel up to posting something that is so personal and not just to me. Shawn was in a horrible car accident the day before Christmas break, and as he had just moved to another state the information channel

was muddled. As he lay in a hospital bed hovering between life and death, we were told that he was dead. For two weeks we believed this. As it is, he is alive, and last I heard recovering, though slowly due to the severeness of his injuries. I was not sure whether to post this, I wasn't really sure if it was appropriate, per say. And I thought it was kind of morbid, almost afraid that it could make it happen. And screw up my mind even more, since I haven't fully been able to think of him as alive. And I think it's time to end this little rant. As always a review would be appreciated and I'll be sure to return the favor. Cass