He;
He's the most metaphoric word
I have ever known.
The one I'm not familiar with;
The one I'll always use and own;
The one I'll always like.
He;
He's the book I'm always addicted to;
The one who doesn't have so much reads,
But is worth a billion,
The book I'm always into,
but won't ever tell to anyone about,
won't let them uncover and discover,
The book I'll always be greedy for.
He;
He's the pastel-dark kind of color.
The most beautiful shade; most grudgy;
most lovely, rarest;
loved by the rest,
only I can't get.
He;
He's the man I like,
but won't ever like me back.
