Prequel - Love-Sadkid, Frith

This is a

prequel

to a love life, the prequel to my friends…

The start of something different after something else would end

This is a brand new story, or maybe one that’s super old…

Well either way I suppose that it’s one I never told.

Like:

Before the «cheeky romantic with plans of an

exodus

And the «head in the clouds kid with a goal to

amass

fans»

Was a quiet child.

One that tried to hide his smiles

Dreaming life was half as wild as his life was twice as mild

A kid who fell in love with story books and literature

Worlds that weren’t his own, and in his head

And then he would picture her

A muse to songs he didn’t write

And he often thought he had no type

But deep within his sleep and in the night

There was a girl of light, the right one for him, artisan crafted

He didn’t tell anyone, he was afraid of being laughed at

Scribbling doodles he wasn’t an artist, but he had a vision

Once it had started, a man on a mission

He made it his target to find what he’s missing

And he found out what he’d missed one day…

Thought she’d be his miss one day…

He only dreamed that they’d kiss one day…

And it fell apart, in one day…

He was broken, conflicted, torn open and ripped

It has shattered his walls and emotions were endless

He searched for his purpose, his thought process simple

Could it be his attitude, hair, height, or pimples?

Was there something wrong?

Maybe he wasn’t an equal

Maybe there was deceit?

Nah wait… she wasn’t evil

Maybe he didn’t mean as much or said something he didn’t mean to

But we’ll stop right there because this is just the prequel…