if a man knows eveything,
life loses its meaning.
in the beginning ,
the man was just dreaming.
he thought of a world where everything made sense,
because he was lonely,
and lost, as its seeming.
the man was alone ,
but just in his head.
he should just look around,
and find love instead.
the man was wise,
and knew what to do.
you could see in his eyes,
his whole world was renewed.
he put in all his skilled work,
and hours of practicing.
making music and rapping,
and lots of dancing.
his blood sweat and tears,
all spent ,will soon pay off.
but just wait, a few more years,
he wont even need a push or a shove.
he made 6 friends.
more like brothers.
they all looked upto him,
more than their own mothers.
he made a whole family,
a career too.
little did he know,
when his name is said, nobody will say who?
he was provided with hardships,
and happiness too.
he still felt empty,
what should he do?
he had forgotten the key point;
that led him here,
he realises now,
as his groups arms are all joint.
he looks himself in the mirror,
and sees his own reflection.
he thinks and thinks and thinks,
what he can do to stop imperfection.
but the man is trapped in a box,
inside his own brain.
he doesnt realise,
his thunderstorm is only light rain.
the clumsy man,
who has money and fame.
is still humble,
and sometimes kinda lame....
did i mention that he is a rap god?
but also really cute,
his image is fierce but,
he can also become mute.
the thoughtful man,
that i adore with all my heart,
doesnt know i exist,
we are far apart.
its something important,
he will never know,
but i understand 100%,
and he is not alone.
his voice full of understanding,
always says the right thing.
he talks gently when he needs to,
he might even sing.
he has a secret ability,
people might think strange,
he can tell how you are thinking and feeling,
and knows what needs to change.
kim namjoon thinks,
and comes to the key point.
its like the answer was obvious,
it will not dissapoint
the only thing he had to do first,
was to find his courage,
pass through his pain and hurt,
it was simply just to....
love himself.
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please love yourself.
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The hands that joined together, forming wings.
Puisithoughts and feelings put into words by your local non-verbal-expressant citizen.(is that a word) ((im tired)) if the meaning of my poems dont make sense to you its okay because these are all based on things from my mind which isnt really understand...
