Mischievous Smirks
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A man of stature, although not tall
the measure of his heart tops them all.
For he's a loving soul full of cheer
cherished by his friends who hold him dear.
A crop of hair that defies good taste
flows from his head and into his face.
And his motto is live for today
don't let tomorrow get in your way.
A disciplined knight of martial-arts
he searches for love in empty hearts.
His nightmares connect riptides and breath,
recalling the time he cheated death.
Mixing music, he dreams he can win,
dedicated to the art of spin.
And all his money gets spent in haste
he lives in the now no time to waste.
Stubborn to a fault, he'll stick like glue,
but no one's fool; he sorts false from true.
And his eyes can melt the toughest heart
until all resistance falls apart.
A boy, a man, trying to do right,
he spins in clubs and dances all night.
And being his friend is filled with perks,
like his shy smiles and mischievous smirks.
(Rhyme)
7/20/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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