Cold Skin

Cold Skin.
He stood alone, as usual again,
an object of mockery and shame.
She looked upon him with disinterest,
His dark brown eyes would fail to rest.
She regarded him, with a tender stare,
He ruffled his wavy tousled hair.
Despite it all, he seemed rather sweet-
Always lost in thought or a deep sleep.
She touched his arm, slim and thin,
And felt the shock of his cold, cold skin.
The next day she walked into school,
People whispered and called her "fool",
The principal told her she shouldn't cry
But the boy had taken his own life
The cold skinned boy breathed no more.
Category:Sonofapollo
Category:Poetry