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He reeks of sarcasm and alcohol;
He gets high as he tries to fly,
A mind that wanders to a different universe.
I have never seen someone tragic, hopeless, and eyes that seem depress;
He speaks the truth not caring what anyone may feel;
He's in denial for that I'm sure, as he tries to hide his possessiveness.
He may seem wise but he doesn't have any idea on courting and such;
He's soul is tainted not pure as white, for he has hidden demons inside.
He's paranoid despite the smiles he shows to me.
A drama king he can be for he's afraid he'll be left by me;
He jokes around like a fool he is;
Turns red easily, he blushes like a girl than me.
A mess that is difficult to understand like an art beautiful with a flaw;
But whatever a weirdo he may be, no one matches my soul better than his.
