Once there was a little boy
Wild, with dreams and a cheeky smile
That charmed all the ladies.
He was so cute, so promising,
They would read his wishes from his blue eyes.
Years went by and the boy grew up
Became a man
But he didn’t want to.
His smile and charm would still bewitch the ladies
In a different way although it was.
And still he would wait for them
To read from his blue eyes.
He waited for things to come to him
He waited for love to fall on him
He waited for his dreams to fulfil themselves
But all he was doing- still,
Was smile and look around
With his blue eyes.
Time went by and as it is
Some things went wrong,
Things weren’t flying high.
Women with pretty blue eyes had charm as well
And were expecting him
To read their wishes and fulfil their dreams
And he wouldn’t know how to take it.
He wouldn’t know how to give things
He wouldn’t want to get older and do things
‘Cos all he ever wanted, was to be loved in a unique (one) way.
And have the world and the ladies
Be captivated
By his troubling blue eyes
The little boy in the older mans body
Just wanted to cuddle up in his Mummy’s arms,
Drink her milk again,
Be safe and protected,
Be that cheeky boy
That wins the world and the women.
With his cheeky smile and a blink
Of his pretty blue eyes.

The world around was moving.
The people around him were fighting
That war adults were fighting,
The battle age was imposing.

And the ageing little boy decided to hide…

Abandoning his loved ones
Hiding in lies and contradictions,
He decided that all he ever wanted
was to conquer the world with a smile.


The little boy is no more,
Neither is the older man
He couldn’t bear it anymore
He never learned how to do anything else
Then to give a cheeky look
With his fading blue eyes,
And to smile.

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