The Beautiful

The Beautiful by Khari D. Hawke .....he read another empty message;  It was all the same,  "call me if you want to get right."  He felt he'd always get the boy,  So, he'd want it all;  Nothing's out of reach, but to fall, in love.  World calls him sexy,  But he's so bored..  Don't entertain him,  Find him a love.  Make him hurt,  Make him bruised,  Make him used;  Just make him real.  He can't be heard...  He can't be heard.  He's used to visitors  Who's just in, for weekends.  That way there's no need for goodbyes.  The website taught him  How to fuck,  And love no one;  Yet never let the good ones close....  For he's so sexy,  Yet he's so bored..  Don't entertain him,  Find him a love.  Make him hurt,  Make him bruised,  Make him used;  Just make him real.  He can't be heard...  He can't be heard.  He wants a lover,  He just craves a reason.  He wants a shawty,  He just wants the truth.  He could be lied to,  He chose not to listen.  He could lied to,  He dosen't want yours.  He's finding he hard,  To find what's real.  He's finding it hard,  To be loved past looks.  He's finding it hard to keep telling the boys  That they're nothing without their lies....  The beautiful.  .....he read another empty message;  it was all the same,  "call me if you want to get right."