Author’s note: This was written prior to my family and I moving to Montana in ’95. I went to a middle school in Everett, WA, that had a little bit of gang activity. I keep thinking about my 15 year old self and how much of a sap I was and possibly still am. LOL
Sometimes I think of him,
My knight in baggy armor.
Born of the streets,
Living a troubled life.
Yes, he has someone,
But none are true.
I keep hoping
That I’m the one.
None have tamed
My wild stallion.
I hope I can,
Because I love him.
May he seek me out,
One day in the near future.
And find me right there,
With open arms.
