I look at him and all I see is inspiration.
I see the past and his determination.I see his heart and soul burning bright.
I see him and say this is it. This is right.I look at him while studying his way.
I see a beauty to him that i take note of every day.I see the flowers blooming from his soul.
Even with flaws, all colorful to the bone.I look at him another time, smile and say, I see my future before me.
Yes, I am yours and you are mine.
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Demons
PoesíaCompleted* "She hugged the grandparents she thought fond of, Not knowing she would be dragged through the rough. As her shelter left, the grandparents smiled Hiding their inner demented child." *** "When she closed her eyes and the darkness consumed...