HE is the definition of poetry
Harmony and emotional release
defined in flesh and bone
He's almost music
The way he walks it's as if he flows
His whole body moves with
subconscious grace
Gliding silently his presence leaves an imprint on me
I swear that his unspoken thoughts
float through the air so loud you can tell
He judges everyone without a sound
HIs face is so expressive he's unable to
mask his true feelings
His face is an artists unfinished
masterpiece
The world is a sculpture
Makaing him what he is today
But to an uncaring eye he goes
unseen
Those who dont see him miss the
realest person you'll ever meet
You can't help but respect him
His honestly and opinions require
courage to say
As much as you want to hate him,
You know its envy that makes you feel this way
He's fueled by hate, it is his driving force
Makes him bitter and alive
Unable to be fake
Sometimes it seems as if he looks at the world in a selfish daze
Blinded by others actions of ignorance
Which he took as forms of hate?
But when the worlds been intent on
making him a victim
How can people wonder why he's so
hurtful
He has to fight to come out on top
every day