He is another of a kind
He is another of a mind
He never pleases anyone
He doesnt want to be pleased
His friend is the man in the moon
His friend is the dog in the room
The lonely but great he is born
He never makes a promise that cant be worn
He, the man i never want
He, the man i never grant
He, the man that actually excellant
But sometimes people call him ignorant
Why?
Because he is another version
Because he never gets any distortion
Because he is the one and only edition.
He is one
He is mine
Yes, he is mine
Not yours.
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Sort of Feelings
Poetry"sometimes our feelings are just too loud to be heard, and a poem might just be a perfect reflection of what we really feel."
