Him 4
It's like I was born for this.Like I was born for him.
To serve selflessly
to take only by watching
to bare the burden of the dullness everything else causes
to hold my breath until the next moment he calls out
to desaturate the colors of any other joy
and highlight anything that surrounds him
And suddenly
nothing else made sense.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2016-07-11 at 20:37
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