You lean against a wooden ledge eyes in a centered gaze smile hidden deep within the crevasses of your mouth Your aqua eyes glisten in the light of your brow hands tucked in pockets with your twisted frown beneath the button of your worn flannel shirt ribs protude like an Ethopian child The mute suffering of childhood rests on your slightly parted lips I hear it The meadow of blades divide for your fragile frame your twined strawberry locks the frayed ends of your tattered jeans seem to be the only reminder of the crimson-haired man you called Dad.
Reason for writing:
The poem is about my first love who was a cocaine addict, who's life fell apart when his father died. I love you John.
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