A glowing heart.
A fucking piece of art.
Broken enough to be drawn.
Its scars touch your bone.
A messed up brain.
Driving him insane.
Almost always confused.
Heals in solitude.
[A] profoundly wondering eyes.
That endured hurtful goodbyes.
A deeply scarred soul.
Within, there is a hole.
A velvety shrugged voice.
Decent by choice.
Almost sane mind.
Hates to be defined.
A writer above all.
Also, Twixy and tall.
