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By: Appleweed
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He might be...
Some day...
He might really succeed,
He might find all he needs...
He's got potential,
Enough strenght,
And motivation too...
All he'll ever need is him,
only him...
He Might Be...
We'll wait and see...
Morbid inside,
Wandering child,
All he seeks is revenge,
His laughter,
Is rarely heard,
the smile on his face,
Is an evil,twisted smirk,
He's morbid inside...
He will make it...
But cold will he be...
Morbidly Morbid inside...
Oh so, full of muse,
And innocence,
And wisdome,
And happiness too,
And love for herself...
She will be pleasured,
With success and knowledge,
Her muse is unending inside...
She's so full of ideas,
It's great...how...she thinks,
Such a wonderful mind,
She's the muse for another,
peer...
Mysterious one,
You've made it so far,
What more could you want,but you?
The mask on your face,
The scar left no trace,
But your still in mystery...
You're not in hiding you're just kept up,
Kept up inside no one sees...sees the dark,
Not when your radiance shines and prevails...
Yet you're mysterious,
In your own way...
fin
