When a boy’s life lacks tragedy He must make himself a man, So he takes on the weight of love To see if he can still stand. I will imagine her telling me To blame it on the night. I will imagine her telling me The mood is just right. You can never fall this deep Only for the fun Love A dangerous place to be Without a gun. Love is kind of like ice Melting patiently; Mentally bound by emotion, Not knowing that we’re free. In the play among us I was in the balcony, I Looked at blurred expressions A vague reality. She noticed the wrinkle in my palm She no longer held my hand I called it the dagger of love The ultimate revenge on man.