His skin is colored with ink, with an innocence I fall. When I see him I can't blink, enough for me to hit the wall.
He's a rebellious good boy, a smile as bright as a ray. The best friend benefit toy, with him I'd spend any day.
So giving and sweet; mysterious and kind. Please come to me; notice my mind.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
