Big Boy I

Now he's a big boy, with big, green eyes,
With rosy lips and a huge smile...
With long, pale arms, and abs of steel
With long legs and a bloody feel,
With a bleeding heart and broken soul,
With a darken past and even more,
He's a big boy, with bigger eyes
With silly jokes and blood shot smiles,
With long, pale fingers, like some snakes
With funny ways, and palest neck...
He's a big boy, of 20 ish,
Give or take some centuries.

Big Boy II

Look at him now, a big, bad man
With awesome moves and awesome hands,
Taller than most, smarter than all
An angel before his fall...
Look at him now, almost a man
He's brilliant and full of charm...
His blood shot eyes are almost hollow,
Where he goes I'm sure to follow.

Big Boy III

Lame poetry to try to describe,
An angel lost in paradise,
His wings blood stained,
His heart too cold,
His soul half broken
His mind too old...
Trying to describe a boy,
Lost in a man's body,
With an old soul,
And indigo mind,
With a promised future
And a bleeding life...
With a beating heart,
And sadness in his blood shot eyes,
With a distorted path
And illusions in his world...
With drugs and booze and fights,
With women that adore..

And I know he's not a boy,
He's now a man and so much more,
But in those eyes there's something else,
Vulnerable and innocent,
Hard, and self explanatory,
Protective and stressed out...
But in that man's deep grass eyes,
I see the boy, he never was.