His stature is tall and lanky, He stands at five foot six, Dark as coal, so sleek. His favorite color his black, Is the hue that soothes his soul. A boy with knack in his hand, A poet at heart, He expresses his emotions through verse, Yet when it comes to socializing He tends to be reserved. But don't mistake his shyness For a lack of passion or fire. For with a pen as his mighty sword, His verse shall never bore. So though he may be quiet, And his presence may be small, But the influence he leaves through His poetry, Leave a mark in heart and minds.
For a few years now, what I have been feeling all my life has been sadness, depression and loneliness.
But today i feel different,
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It's just a little crush, that's what I say,
But it creates a void, growing with each passing day.
This heartache makes me want to weep,
Feeling so alone, my emotions run deep.
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A few months ago, I gave him my heart, my soul, and my spirit,
I heard no voice, I saw no light, yet still I believed him.
His word said, 'Abide in me, ' but how can that atone?
Yet something inside me just felt it was right, unknown.
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Ever laid back and wondered why you call him father?
Ever questioned what truly makes you his son?
sat and reflected for months and months,
On the essence of a father-son bond,
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