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Poetry By: Rstar19

About a boy who is so different from others.

Submitted:May 8, 2010    Reads: 57    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

His smile,
Makes my heart beating.
His smile,
makes my lips crack
into a smile that will last.
His smile,
Is tender,
Of a sweet Rose in May.
His smile,
Is worth seen everyday.

His presence,
Makes me want to hide in the dark,
So he won't see my face.
It will cause disgrace,
And laugh into an irregular pace.
His presence,
Shivers the spine,
And skips the beat of time.

His hands,
Are bare and soft.
His Hands,
Touches everything with a soft bunch.
His hands,
Stop the fights between mans chest.
His hands,
Will never,
Touch below someones breast.
His intelligence,
Teach others look are not always the answer.
His intelligence,
Makes him stand tall,
Maybe others can fall,
Because it's the purest and cleanest,
Of them all.

Him as a person,
We can all see,
That I love him,
Like a flower and a bee.
Him as a person,
Is safe to be in his arms,
For he will cause no harm.
Him as a person,
Is kind and gentle,
Because hes not judgemental.

When he walks out of my life,
I have to make a fight,
And see the light.
That no one is like his type.


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