I liken him to many different things
He's hot and cold
Like winter and summer
Just like the weather--
Season between seasons
People misunderstood his art
The masterpiece of a broken heart
They hated him for that
But I do not
I loved the way he changes
I loved the way he gathered his pieces
Makes his craft
Then destroy his own art
A total different scent--he is
He lingers in my mind leaving bliss
One day he smiles
The next he's vile
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