Kiohtel 5d

He's always Morphing,
Forming
Thoughts in his mind

He's ever Seeking,
Willing
The chance to get by

I see a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I believe your branches will reach
Someday it will all be green

He's really been Fighting,
Sorting
Fears buried deep

He's Combining,
Applying
Love and deceit

I know you're a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I believe your branches will reach
Transform the concrete to green

Some days he's Smiling,
Reacting
To beautiful things

I catch him Doubting,
Wanting
For the moments we breath

I know you're a tortured soul
You were a sapling at most
I need your branches to breach
These walls are meant to be green

For heart so beautiful, you need a moment to fathom..
Kiohtel Jul 14
Non

Her face I see
On my unworthy screen
Her heart I perceive
Is a storm and a breeze

Her voice I hear
Enchanting and sweet
Her guts I feel
Inspiring me

Her spark I see
With my dazzled eye
Her words I read
Wearing a stupid smile

This is my first poem in a long time and my first poem here.. Its about an interesting and unique person who encouraged me to write again. Happy Birthday to you, Non <3

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