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The eye of a hurricane
A quiet man with loud thoughts
Who may unleash his terrible storm
If you so deserve it
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The patience of God himself
To watch others bloom
Sitting on a park bench
Waiting, Waiting.
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How knowing you must be
To see how impacted I am
By past wounds
Before I can uncover blood
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There is something so healing
About being held by someone who
Understand mindsets
He has never occupied himself
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You're a starving soul, someone who
Needs to experience so many things
Needs to have more time
To view every aspect and learn
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Leaning against a motorcycle
Clouds cover the stars from sight
Empty tears, a longing, deep acceptance
Of losing someone you've never met
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Your paintbrush will only pause
After your mind has gone quiet
and your eyes are unable to stay open
Just as morning light is beginning to bloom
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You crumple in onto yourself
Desperate hands holding an aching heart
Who mourns for the emptiness grabbing hold of you
That can never seem to be gone long enough
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Beautiful wording painting photographs
Into the minds of people who listen
And truly are grateful to say
"I hear you"
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An unwavering moral code of conduct
How you present yourself, how
You interact with the people
And the Earth around you
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You are a handsome mystery
Of a code I will never be able to crack
Of a person I will never be able to stereotype
The most complicated man I have ever
Had the pleasure of loving
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I want to pick you apart until you're
Spread over a table, all of your
Broken heart shatters, all of your
Starving crooks you won't look at
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All of the callouses on your hands
All of the individual destinations
Only you can visit when the moon is high
And you dream of escaping to somewhere better
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I would hold your pieces so delicately
And I would break with you
Rose colored boy, so impossibly beautiful
An overwhelming closeness