He of Love
All his life he's been ridiculed and patronized....but
he'll take any moment to show you true love inside,
no he doesn't need reciprocation because he is used to no participation...
He of love, all the caring souls adore him but it's just not enough,
He of love, lonely and left out in the rain, all the darkness and pain..this is something that cannot be over came....
An endless array, still he of love awakens to walk amongst all the careless each day...
Copyright © Cody Blake | Year Posted 2015
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