The Strong but Silent Type
In him there's not much spoken word,
But his eyes… they say it all,
Like a mustang's on a human,
To his there is no equal,
Deep brown is their color,
But through them she sees the sun,
In him there's not much spoken word,
But his walk,
It shows his power,
He can make anyone step down,
With a single glower
Somehow though he's sullen,
She makes him want to smile
Though she doesn't know it,
It makes her heart go such fast pace,
Cause when she is around him,
A smile's what's what is on her face
I know, it's kind of goofy, but I don't really like writing poems, and this one just kind of came to me, so I figured, what the heck, why don't I write it down? Well I hope you liked it, despite its horridness :) Well, read and review!
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p.s. take a look at my story Phantom Stallion in London, it's a work in progress, and I update it pretty regularly.