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His gentle laughter
Heart-warming touch
Innocent smile
Eyes that dance
Wise beyond his years;
Yet childish as well
Growing up in a harsh world
Until we've met
saintly at a Saint's college,
theY wEre to be at,
Being at the same halls anD.
the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,
Part bY part.
thEy fell apart,
He can never be predicted
He even brings the mighty king's
down from their Thrones
He is never impressed
by their Titles the king's get
or for the Status these earthly king’s hold.
A stone so blueA Sapphire or soA doubt a soFor she, lovedThe colour of lavenderYet as oneWas she, also to be
People come
Like, comment, share
And go
But forever
His mind
And heart
Is for Her
His life
Wants to
Go away
With Her
And run
Away too
The head of a watermelon
The hands of an ape
The mind of a homo sapien
The heigth of a giraffe
The wideness of a praying mantis
The mouth of a fish
The eyes of a flounder
The hair of a whale
Type.
Just type.
My fingers dangle above the keyboard,
Splashing each word, verb, sentence-
That comes to mind.
The words are like snow to me:
Soft,
Delicate,
And pure.
Why do you ignore me
When I know that in your heart we both believe in love?
Why do you forget
That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone?
Why do you hurt
When you see this blood and rage?
