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wild beautiful thing

hoarded away from day

its true your heart was bleak

you're colors dim not getting what they seek

at the turn of day you slipped away

dreaming, you dare not speak

with those ember eyes

those nights of fire

that burned so brightly with desire

till the morning sun, it lit you through

you walked on, fearce and true

you banished the past that had haunted you

now I've known love, but not like yours

and though as you'll come to know

some say love is a burning thing

a wild beautiful thing
This feeling I've never felt like this before but tired to put to words.
turn the swell round both ears
past the field you once left tears

drift the coast round the sloop
hold fast stand the stoop

dream past the sheets
defend the deep

remain the meek
light and sleek

limits left broken
leave past unspoken

live life on the edge
just mind the ledge
Dissolve in solute

Compelling only thy cause

Obliterate

Fell not the haggard my son

Timbre only sound humanity

Sky dawn itself a new

Fire kindles hue

Annealing man will stand
This poem is about what a person must learn to become a man.
Be my slow dance in the rain?

Deliberate like an artist

Draw my breath

Back the curtain

Accept your fears
It's strange because everyone remembers fondly their own road. Until one day they look back lost. In the dark alone and cold wondering how it got that way.
It seemed so sunny when they left.
I dream of the far off light in the night
coasting the distance of the hills
leading me on
believing there is hope
for without that dream there is no light to carry me home
Inspired by the most strong and beautiful person I know. You know who you are.

— The End —