He is my shadow. Or perhaps I'm his. The two are hardly discernible. I guess that's what makes it special, that's what makes him special.
He takes it all.
He takes all the good, all the hurt, all the abuse. Yet he stands, never does he fall.
He wears an armour of steel. Yet I've seen the softness within. He has his vulnerabilities. I've seen them. I've tested them.
There's this inexplicable hurt when I push him away. Yet he's the only one I've ever feared. I envy him. I fear him. I trust him. But most of all, I love him.
He is the man.
He is.
4 comments:
i think i m gonna flick this... add the "s" and dedicate it to ____ : its still blank..:(
btw, cheers to the guy too...!!
it's not blank for me....
lucky you... enjoy..!!
Great thoughts and a beautiful eyes
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