Fortune Teller

I.

I know a boy with an everlasting forest in his hair,
and eyes so bright they outshine the stars.
and a soul so beautiful and worthy,
it makes mine bow to even just the thought of it

II.

I know a boy with an everlasting forest in his hair,
and a voice so warm it makes me melt.
and a heart so big it buldges from his chest,
and his cheeks turn red when it pumps blood to his head
and their rosiness reminds me of those dainty little flowers
that sprout from his follicles.

III. 

I know a boy with an everlasting forest in his hair.
He lets me pick out the flowers and climb up the trees.
I swing on the vines in his mind,
through and through.

IV.

I know him well.
I know him well enough to be aware of his thoughts at 3 a.m.
I know him well enough to be aware they aren't always the sweetest.
I know him well enough to be aware that the flowers in his hair
will never leave him bare,
and I know when his body leaves this earth, his soul will remain.

V.

I know a boy with an everlasting forest in his hair.
His lifeless body is dust, is dirt.
But his hair is green, vibrant.
His heart is just as warm as the core of this earth,
and he continues to let me pick his flowers and climb his trees.
He still lets me in.
I see him everywhere,
in everything.
I hear his voice whistling in the wind.

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This poem was written about a friend of mine about a year before he took his own life.
 

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