If you passed him on the street,
You wouldn't stop him to greet.
You'd simply see a boy, perhaps a man
Who has only touched the soil of this land.
He has the scars of emotions
That are broader than oceans.
I love this boy, I must say,
I always will, everyday.
Where he is...I do not know,
And if he does, he doesn't show.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
