I think he left at midnight.
He only wears black
Seems to like being cold,
feeling shivers,
down his back.
Do you know this guy?
He has a silver tongue, it shines
and sings.
From his lungs,
till the end of a spectrum.
I heard he climbs skyscrapers to look,
into the abyss and think,
about the world he misses.
Do you know this guy?
I've never been alone before,
yet no one is like him.
I'd steal the stars, I'd start a war.
To make him real, to make him feel,
real.
He's like a new perspective,
on a different view.
I wish I knew, I wish I knew.
I think he left at midnight,
he didn't leave my mind.
I wish I knew, I still don't do.
He's not enough, he'll never be.
For me,
to love.
.
FINALLY.
It took me so long to make this poem sound right, I hope it was worth it :) I didn't want to throw it away and start a new one, because I like creating these characters and I like this one in particular. I hope you don't mind me taking so long to post it.
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Pencil Twist
PoetryPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
