The way he talks
The way he walks
The way he looks
The way he cracks his knuckles
I know them all
From the littlest bit
To extraordinaire
I know his all
The way he cares
The way he wears all of his
All of his
They're all his
Nothing borrowed
Nothing copied
All were merely his
The way he holds
The way he smiles
The way he cries
I know them all
From being flawed to flawless
I accepted his all
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The way he talks
The way he walks
The way he looks
The way he cracks his knuckles
I know them all
From the littlest bit
To extraordinaire
I know his all
The way he cares
The way he wears all of his
All of his
They're all his
Nothing borrowed
Nothing copied
All were merely his
The way he holds
The way he smiles
The way he cries
I know them all
From being flawed to flawless
I accepted his all
Dedicated.
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