A boys mind at fourteen

A boys mind at fourteen

Is something that should be seen

All those butterflies

Aching to be released

Every word queuing up

Is an arrow waiting to fly

One is carrying kisses

That’s the one that misses

And hits the girl you don’t fancy

She smiles because she fancies you

Now you don’t know what to do

A boys mind has much to chew

A boys mind at fourteen

Is pile up on a motorway

Every rumour has your name

Written across your face

Angst is an expression

Thoughts turn to sex

Stop looking at teachers breasts

You know what’ll happen next

Compliments wait for the bait

Like fishes in an angling competition

The more you want the less you get

The ones you had slipped the net

A boys mind at fourteen

Knows no bounds

It’s a firework display

And a cacophony of sound

Questions come thick and fast

Thoughts are cowboy chancers

You put your mind at rest

By cheating with the answers

Life at this age is

One of constant pressure

For things that don’t matter

To anyone but you

©JMcN2014