He had long black hair--- With an impish stare... Bright white teeth As if he hadn't a care... Immediately I was smitten By this quirky kitten... But not in a sexual way Per-say. He made me want to cuddle him tight Oh, and he was a MESS! But that was alright. Often we'd talk well into the night. He was surely a man-- But with "girlish" thoughts So sensitive, so thoughtful And yet torn up in knots. What little I learned of his history Is still to this day like a mystery At such a young age he's been Earning his wage and so plagued By an old man's misery.... I'm afraid he may die Way too soon...I ask WHY? Such a lovely young man Has met such a fate... But it's as if he's O.K. with it... As he lives each day with it... His pain, his acception of fate. We talk now so seldom But each time we talk He is "hanging" in there and so This long, black haired man Doing all that he can Is to me some sort of "hero" Just because.
Reason for writing:
A friend of mine named Ronnie.
Birth sign: Pisces
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