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That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in Even though he was a man now,his childishness was still a part of him
He looked like an angel sent from above With those sparkling eyes,he seemed the true face of love He was so wild but he had a beating heart His savage way to live was like an only art
He was strong because he was forged in pain Today he ruled because he never stopped when it rained Even though it hurt,he was still holding on Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
Writing out my own words has shown me multitudes within myself. I used to think finding oneself was a joke. Until I ripped off the bandage and let me wounds breathe.
I want to be part of something better, sail skies to unknown paradise while finding love in bones I call my own.