Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Nyctophilia

he is made up of words that not everyone can understand. 

feels like he was made not to be understood. 

his mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache, 
his heart is a poem for the hopeless. 

it takes a while to understand him, still 
he is the prettiest song, 
a perfect sonnet, 
the most meaningful haiku 
and the longest novel. 

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