he’s soft
simple
elegant
lovely
quite a divine
gentleman
his zodiac spoke kind
but deep down he was crafted of fire
and he would die in your desire
to understand rhymes, rhythms
how they aligned
he would walk
in his own narcissism
the simplicity of an ego
cries of night and a devotion
teased with vodka
he could steal and drift
he could love without loving
his heart seemed right
but his eyes were rough
and his love was never yours
and his touch was never kind
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