No Time to Rhyme
Poetry, writing and reflection from a scattered mind.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
He
He is calm
He is gentle
But he knows
The price of
Pain
He is light
And whimsical
But he feels
The wet of
Rain
He is love
He is passion
But he’ll never
Be the
Same
He’s broken
He’s bent
He’s brilliant
And insane
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