He Knows Love
He was standing over there, up against the wall. At least six feet tall. And he loves
to play ball, especially in the fall. When the leaves are auburn and green; where the
tree's are calm and serene. He's a sight to see w/his muscular physique, and pretty
teeth. With eyes of intoxication, and mounds of soft curly black hair. That'll make you
stare and forget you're name. But you don't know the pain he's felt, and the harsh
words that were dealt. You don't know the rain and thunder he's been under; that won't
let go of him, that has a hold on him. So he smiles to cover up the insides' that slowly
making him die. But he's fighting the fight, to make things right. So he may be
allright. He doesn't want to go down the road of pain and sorrow that'll bruise you're
tommorows. He wants to forgive, so he can live. He wants to be their to repair and
love; with angels smiling from up above. He wants to feel and be felt. He wants to touch
and be held. He wants to experience all that he's missed. Especially a loving hug and
kiss, from someone whom he missed. And share his wear and tears of the day. All he
wants is to be okay. So he may have brighter days and bluer nights, with stars in the
sky. With the look of love in his eyes, and his heart is just fine.
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