Farewell, Soft-face Boy

A look at how one personality type can change

The soft-face boy

With yellow hair

And kind,

Blue eyes

Died one day.

 

His skin grew tight

As his head,

Too big

Now covered in

Hair of yellow,

Gone blonde

And limp.

 

His eyes,

Now empty,

blinded

By the curve

Of his own,

Arrogant grin

Over grey,

Sand paper skin.

 

The soft-face boy

Died the day,

The day he grew,

All too kind.

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

This poem is great. I like the words you used to describe him, well done!