A new face of yours
Never imagined then
It's astonishing
It's painful
A poet at heart
A philosopher
Who understands the world
And its ways,
More than any ordinary man,
Why opts for obnoxious ways
With whom he rebels,
With whom he takes revenge,
Why he tries to spoil his one part
While reaching heights on another,
Why can't he see he's liked for one aspect
But, kept away for a different one?
Or he knows all, and is playing with himself,
Only his aim,
Never to be forgotten..
I know,
He's best..
I wish,
...
He knows,
What I mean..
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