LONELY BOBBY
The ice is on the inside
and the ice is all he feels...
Were that the truth
he'd not need proof;
his algid desire conceals...
For what if they knew
that his words were not true,
that the heat of man's fire
he craved...
Then the ice could be broken;
his heart be ripped open;
no wonder that hero's afraid.
Written By Jason Wright
NOVEMBER 1, 2006
for Bobby