The Difference · 12:23pm Dec 16th, 2013
It’s funny how only a few fancy
words can change the prospective
of a man you never knew. A man
that otherwise would not be accepted.I write my poems and do my art
most pleasantly to keenly await the
response from a friend I call stranger.But when a blunder is spotted in one
small disregarded area, I yowl for the
strangers I call friends turn on me like
wolves. A person like me has no chose
yet to yammer.I scour not the wed for love and
acceptations. But yet it finds me
when it feels. Love is not positively
needed for I am halo and love kills
me in the end.So I hope for the cold ground to bring
ever lasting peace, but for now I accept
any outlander’s warm embrace.
A friend’s love.
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aww y the long face