Response to Fictional fiction Poem form.
He is kind.
He is gentle.
No one sees his true feelings.
Except.
Except that raven haired boy.
The one who always seems to get in trouble and needs help.
Always.
But he helps him, flawlessly.
And the raven haired boy doesn't know.
And will, hopefully never know.
Yet a hunger inside him wishes that he knew.
Knew what it's like to the bad guy.
But he will never know how the raven haired boy truly feels either.
Both are too discomforted to even notice the world around them.
So all is lost unless they pull tougher and become one.
But neither is willing to break the dam that holds slight trust and
compassion.