He felt unloved, so obscene
So unacceptable, because his soul was "unclean"
He had a secret no one ever knew
But she had compassion and listened to every single clue
He was alone in a crowded room
But she kept him happy, out of the gloom
His secret he had never faded
But she didn't care, her heart was elated
Her kindness and mercy made their friendship real
Finally he was happy, he didn't know how to feel
Soon their relationship became more than just "friends"
But this isn't where the story stops, it's where it begins.
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Beyond Storytelling, Poems
PoetryHi guys! I'm pretty new to using wattpad and so I decided to publish some poetry that I wrote my self.
