Should I write

Once there was a child
Watching the wild tide
He didn’t know how to write
Say, or think. Just waiting for a bite
Day in and day out
He was a solemn fuck up
Nobody knew, nobody cared
And when he wanted talk, he hadn’t dared
All the vultures and wolves he hadn’t seen
Came up alive on the lovely blue screen
A day rushed, and like the world
He fell for a girl, meh a vanilla love and word
And then came the kissing,
And then came the missing
Romantics all around just hissing
And cussing, for all he cared he was just pissing
The color of red, white and blue
Washed away to gray, coz in life, there ain’t no thing such as a glue
Broken heart,
He took the pen apart,
Papers were rumbling
But he wasn’t crumbling
Coz, hope is for souls burning in a crater
But I am the blazing fire that unaffected by the former