He thinks he’s not, but he’s hot! <br />Deeply clumsy, dartful smiley eyes… a playful child <br />The tainted gun, the spilt paint, oh! the tears, the loss <br />The pain in his eyes…the story of his life….bloody, wild <br />Soldier smiles with broken bones, for happiness sought <br />Who wouldn’t, with the battles he’s fought? <br /> <br />He thinks he’s not, but he’s hot! <br />He laughs at himself, nonchalantly guilty, spins a silly joke <br />He won’t break but falls over to prop you up, if twice over, you see <br />He’s no fool, though he would be to make you laugh, he’ll even shock <br />Soldier blushes when you tell him, for he wouldn’t agree <br />Who wouldn’t see it, but a shy girl like me, high on the rooftop? <br /> <br />4.01.10<br /><br />Sylvi Sylva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soldier-thinks-he-s-not-but-he-s-hot/
