I used to cry of joy,
for his caring
kind-hearted
soul.
One I never knew existed
within that fragile,
yet not-so-humble
boy.
I was shocked to know
it wasn't what you loved the most.
Shooting that creature...
but no you couldn't do it.
That was the most of your sweets.
Now my heart sinks in disappointment,
for this new person I see.
Humble,
but not sensitive.
Kind-hearted
and caring
as he.
But not fragile like he.
You could do it,
if you tried.
And when the blood starts dripping off that pigs hide,
there'll be nothing left for me to do but cry.
That's not so sweet.
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Secluded (Compilation of My Poetry pt.1)
PoetryThis is a bundle of the poems I wrote that I liked, but most not necessarily enough to make it it's own 'story' and it seems easier to organize things this way. It is also a slight compilation of my thought ponders, just little things that I wrote t...
