He once said he likes to cry.
Again He said He can.
After all He's just human
That is disliked by the way he's close to his tears.
He once said he likes to forget
Again he said he can't
After all he's just human
That has pushed away these memories and stored them into a vault for later use.
He once said he likes to change colors
Again he said he can't
After all he's just human
That newly found new colors to play with inside his once dark approach.
He once said he likes him
Again the other boy said he can't
After all he's just human
That can't recognize the other without thinking it's someone else again.
Is he not my boy?
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Short Poetry to Satisfy My Boredom
PoetryMost of these are just word barfs but they could sound like poetry. I don't know honestly, haha.
