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The love of my life Is a simpleton Lagging behind The timeline of life Late in acquiring ownership of tangibles And other worldly nonsense Society deems necessary Making him feel inadequate A late bloomer With a heart riddled with regret And hands that carry the burdens Of his forefathers He is a knowledgeable man Of a quarter of a century old Humour pours out of him So much so it should be unlawful He is a composer of melodies A metal head of sorts A homebody with an affinity for alcohol A lanky physique That adds to his appeal Pale brown eyes That glisten multicoloured hues In the light of day Darkening blonde hair Coffee stained teeth A sincere smile that warms your heart And the most exquisite nose I have ever seen He tucks away his bloodied Bruised heart Always guarded Masking his true nature So he can be “that”  guy The noble one He belongs to no one Someday, soon.. he will I dread the arrival of that day For he will never be mine To worship
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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The love of my life Is a simpleton Lagging behind The timeline of life Late in acquiring ownership of tangibles And other worldly nonsense Society deems necessary Making him feel inadequate A late bloomer With a heart riddled with regret And hands that carry the burdens Of his forefathers He is a knowledgeable man Of a quarter of a century old Humour pours out of him So much so it should be unlawful He is a composer of melodies A metal head of sorts A homebody with an affinity for alcohol A lanky physique That adds to his appeal Pale brown eyes That glisten multicoloured hues In the light of day Darkening blonde hair Coffee stained teeth A sincere smile that warms your heart And the most exquisite nose I have ever seen He tucks away his bloodied Bruised heart Always guarded Masking his true nature So he can be “that”  guy The noble one He belongs to no one Someday, soon.. he will I dread the arrival of that day For he will never be mine To worship
My inspiration has been in the trenches lately, don't mind me I'm just gonna dig it out with a toothpick!
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
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