He was something

It was not a game

It was more than that

It was what he always wanted

But actually never had



He was not a monster

Nor was he a saint

He just wanted to be in control

But always lost it in a flash



He had some good days and some bad

But he never was rude

Nor was he ever sad

He lived carefree

And wanted everybody else to be tension free



He slept a little

But dreams he always had

For them to be accomplished

He gave whatever he had

He was passionate

He had spark in his eyes

But not everybody could see it

Because he was good with disguise


He was good at stealing hearts

As he had no heart of his own

He lost it somewhere down the road

And just wanted to figure out what’s behind those close doors.





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