Writing Journal 2021

Taehyung

There was a boy we all loved and his name was Taehyung

Half of him was like grandpa, the other half forever young

There was nothing he could do that would ever surprise me

Sometimes I thought he must have been out of his tree

Taehyung was very sensitive, so easy to make him cry

He seemed like he was tortured very deep inside

Yet he could keep a straight face, never even flinch

It seemed like he was burning inside, every square inch

He had an inner child who always wanted to come out

You never knew when the kid in him would sprout

A deeper voice, I've never heard, not with my two ears

A peaceful voice, put me to sleep like a winter bear

Taehyung could be a goofball, when he wanted to

Tae Tae was a weirdo, an alien, it's true

One day he would wear sweater vests,

The next you could find him with a ribbon round his chest

I'd say he was a genius, though not in an obvious way

An idiot savant perhaps, not to show him hate

I loved his personality; it was one of a kind

He was sternly handsome, a piece of art, refined

He was the first to capture me, the first to drag me in

He made me feel so understood with his boxy grin

I owe Taehyung the world, with all my purple heart

Without him I don't believe my world would have had a start