Him In Poetry

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I found beauty in chaos and I saw him.

Stars got tangled in his voice as he spoke so I stayed a little longer to see a sight of him.

All agony ended with his eyes maybe that's why I admired them.

With hands as gentle as the rain he strangles himself with words he would never say.

The sound of his heart was smooth and slow, devastating and shattered too.

As I fall asleep mind replays your memories

A smile appears on my face- my words repeat "there's way more than that smiley face you see, and I'll seek knowledge about each and every part that never belonged to me", So now I wrote him in poetry.

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