Adjectives
Anxious, eratic, insane, depraved.
These are what you know me by.
Precocious, delightful, awkward, precious.
This is what some would say.
All that I know is that those few words do not make me the man I
am today.
There is peace, chaos, love and hate.
I am part of that world.
My question is... will you take my hand?
Hold me tight, treat me right?
I would simply love that.
Copyright © Taylor Cormier | Year Posted 2014
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