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His ways
Contributed by
enamat
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Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 10:35:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
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He writes poems, rides horses
grabs me with all his forces.
Hes acting, playing,
saying hes free to be
what he wants to be
and he is.
He sing songs on his guitar,
hes willing to go quite far,
become whoever he needs
theres no one he has to please,
but himself.
Hes riding trains, playing games
carrying on with his hippie ways,
he smiles wide, talks sharp,
hes got a way with art
and all its splendor.
He captured me with a timeless air,
old soul and a piercing stare.
With a way he sheds tears,
while playing a part,
but no one is in doubt
he suffers for real.
With a way hes never goanna change
no matter what age.
With a way life scares him, deep down
but he awaits it with an open arms.
His immortal in all his spirit,
boyish but wise, strong but frail,
with a kind, bright heart
untamable like his black hair.
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enamat
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2005-04-03 10:35:05]
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Re: His ways
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 3rd April 2005 @ 11:52:40 AM AEST
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"He captured me with a timeless air,
old soul and a piercing stare."
. . . this reminds me of someone I know.
I like this.
Keep writing. |
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