This boy is my heart
This boy is my soul
He holds me together
So I never fall apart
He’s no puppet master
But he holds the whip
He’s no judge
But he holds the court
He’s no death
But he will be
The reason I want to fly
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Poetry of the Ages
PoetryPoems I have written over the last 5 years and I plan on throwing them in, in any random order
