My Mother Used To Hope That I

My Mother Used To Hope That I Would Rise Up From My Humble Roots. Become Someone Sucessful, Or Even Famous. I'm Famous All Right, But I Don't Think It's What She Had In Mind.

Day, The Boy From The Streets With Nothing Except The Clothes On His Back And The Earnestness In His Eyes, Owns My Heart. He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He Is The Silver Lining In A World Of Darkness. He Is My Light.

Then He Crouches Down Behind It, Motions For Tess And Me To Sit Down, And Begins Unbuttoning His Vest. I Blush Scarlet And Thank Every God In The World For The Darkness Surrounding Us. “i’m Not Cold And I’m Not Bleeding,” I Say To Him. “keep Your Clothes On.” The Boy Looks At Me. I Would’ve Expected His Bright Eyes To Look Dimmer In The Night, But Instead They Seem To Reflect The Light Coming From The Windows Above Us. He’s Amused. “who Said Anything About You , Sweetheart?

Yeah, Something Was Wrong. That Was The Understatement Of The Year.

I Feel So Out Of Place Here. No Matter How Much Money The Republic Throws At Me, I Will Forever Be The Boy From The Streets.