Him
his eyes,
like an ocean,
so deep and innocent,
like I could drown in them.
his face,
like the moon,
celestial and ethereal,
that I wished to see him every single second.
his voice,
cute and sweet,
as if from heaven,
that I could listen to him for hours.
his hair,
as black as ebony,
like a curtain of silk,
framing his face with allure.
his heart,
as pure a newborn,
childish and mature at times,
that made me want to protect him from all.
he was innocent and kind,
which made me want to keep him safe from this cruel world.
I felt anger and pain,
when he said he suffered so much,
I hated myself,
for not being there for him
when he need me the most.
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Poesiegot hurt so bad that it made me a poet😃👍🏻 My first language is english but please ignore if there are any mistakes Please vote😭
