One of Uri's poems. hehe. here ya go. ^_^
My Treasure
Child born of mortal and angel,
wings with feathers
the color of a dull gray morning.
With lips as soft as velvet roses,
words as sweet as pocky.
He fights for what he believes...
And yet...
his fears lay written on his heart.
Why can't I see them...?
Why can't he share...?
I carved his name into my soul,
to never part with this boy I know.
I made him hurt, for reasons I'm unsure of.
Mistake after mistake.
Love taken for granted.
It's almost tragic.
Holding him now
I will never know what brings this boy to love me so.
The night settles as he lays sleeping,
myself forever awake to do the keeping...
thanks, Uri. heart
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