Where should I start?
How will you react?
The origin of the man
Ahead of his own time
First, let us define
He who is unique
The poet, the brother, the lover
Well, call him Krys
Born in the motherland
Fill with various plans
Slowly, but surely, journey
Throughout different lands
Dreams he doesn't have
Ambitions you cannot count
Human, inhuman, behind that perfect act
Crazy I will say
Cocky some will claim
A wonder kid, with a penchant for mysteries
As you can see
he is such a delight
Bright as daylight
Yep! Today is a special day
Let's celebrate
I turned 25 years of age.
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
