Disclaimer- FY is not mine.
Little Boy
Little boy
Broken toys.
Loyalty and love
Wings of a white dove.
Volatile and destructive
With nothing to lose and everything to give.
Trust and faith
Were just a little late.
He gave them all
But they didn't head his calls.
No longer a little boy
Crying over broken toys.
A ripped heart is worse
The result of a curse.
For Suboshi...
(A/N): Well, here is the second installment. Frankly, Amiboshi can before Suboshi because he's older. I actually like this poem much better then the first one. I really felt like I forced a lot of those stanzas. This is a more natural because I connected with Suboshi more. Leave a comment!