All everyone ever said that he was filled with pain
All everyone ever did was look at him with contempt
But all he ever was, was a man
A man of virtue
A man of passion
A man with a heart
Even though he passed ages and ages of misery
He lived like a blooming flower in the wind
He was the encompassing light through the dark
A reverie of renewal
A gust of warm air
He was a man with rays of sunshine
Nobody had ever seen
He was a well of so many stars
Brightest and most importantly, smiling
A tear drop of rain through the desert
A new leaf on barren land
He had the eyes of a moon
He was ever-living
He was free.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
