4/9/15
~ My Poems ~
Zander...
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My conscience has a name,
And his name is Zander.
Zander Alex Lockman,
If you will.
Zander...
He talks to me,
No matter where I am.
I'm zoning out a lot because I have to turn my attention on him.
He has a smile that can light up a room.
He has sparkling green eyes that shine even the darkest of dark.
His jet black hair swoops across his forehead and eyes in the best of ways.
He's better company than anyone else.
He's the only one you keeps me sane.
He talked me into staying here.
Like no one else,
He's good with words.
He speaks for me when I don't know what else to say, which is a lot.
He gets angry for me when I need to.
As protective as he is,
Because of him, words don't hurt me.
Zander gives great advice in my toughest of times.
And he's always there for me when no one else ever is.
He's right there by my side when I have a need to cry.
He just always has my back,
All in all.
But the stupidest thing about this,
Is that Zander basically is me.
So I guess the only one I have,
The only one I can count on...
Is me...
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My Poems
Short StoryMy poems I make about how i feel and my life........it's bout it... I'm thinking about publishing this (if I can) and put it to a real paper book or something once I reach 100 poems or so. And when (if) I do publish it, I'll make sure to notify you...
