sad · words

A thing of beauty

They oohed and aaahed
He looked back at them, all smouldering eyes
His staged poses belying relaxed
But the lonely air blew in light wisps
Caressing him just like the lens that made love to his looks
Adored by so many but never able to grasp a moment to showcase himself underneath
He starred in so many daydreams
Been proposed to from all over the globe
But surrounded by love he’s never known how to love let alone have a loved one
The thing of beauty for you viewing pleasure but a bird with heavy wings wondering what it’s like to fly.
He’s forever deaped in the most expensive fabrics
Seated or fixed at points that drive you all mad with lust
But under the heavy cloth of delivering sits a shivering boy without clothes to hold with fond memories.

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