once i looked into your eyes
and whispered
i cannot grow up
a lost boy boxcar child
caught in a dream
you gave me time
because i begged for time
it’s never enough
old soul eyes
waiting watching
while the sunsets
make me feel like a liar
and the cold
locked you inside
the years flew by
my nails were never long enough
to dig into those gifts
every time i slipped your gaze
i still felt you searching
waiting
for the next rollercoaster
to catch me off guard
so i’d be right
the lost boy that never grew up
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