This is a dedicated poem to he who,

Lives the life of an outcast.

Though no outcast to overcast.

To he who lived a life under the clouds,

Who reigned within the rain

Irises holding the eye of the storm.

To he who bears the soul of a hurricane.

To he who swore he bore the title of a melancholic,

Who wanted more than drowning in *****-tonic.

To he who believes he discovered answers to lifes biggest conundrums.

This is a poem dedicated to the poet who wrote it.

The one overflowing with emotion who found self love and is happy with what loves done.