It's silent on the beach where he lay,
Waves are washing the pain away,
Blood flowing like music from his wrists,
Looks like once again the boy has missed.
Her hair an auburn mass of curls and scent,
He touched her twice and then she left,
Made love to her mily skin under the moon,
His summer fairy's gone all too soon.
A kiss on the lips leaving salt in his mouth,
There are more stars in the sky that he can count,
A broken dream is carried out in a broken shell,
Slid across the young boys skin.
Look's like the boy missed again.
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