emotional intelligence

the bleeding past of the E.I. of a 16 year old boy
his way to understand love is like grasping a deluded toy

a past full of darkness seems no light can enter
pretending to be weightless but wrestle to render

his life was made up of flaws stitched with good intentions
from his good intention overshadowed by her phlegmatic pretensions

he feel the fear of letting go of his past
six years preoccupied by a love he thought that wouldn't last

now the moment comes of a disgraceful breakdown
like an ocean of sorrow penetrates in an innocent clown

watching time pass by in a pendulum swing
his excruciating pain was parallel to a scorpion sting

the touch of glory the inevitable loss
a pleasant memories a painful pause

escaping prison for he might seek joy
but trapped by the E.I. of a 16 year old boy

At the window of my house
    I looked down through the lattice. I saw among the simple,
    I noticed among the young men,
    a youth who had no sense. He was going down the street near her corner,
    walking along in the direction of her house at twilight, as the day was fading,
    as the dark of night set in.

      Then out came a woman to meet him.........

           Little knowing it will cost him his life.

                                                  Proverbs 7