Thoff1

Want And Pride

Cannot see black, nor orange
The gradation rips old ways
and duty finds rest on the weak
Born with poor props
after father left them
bombastic hearts stay,
Who would help if they didn't?

Where are you?
Almost at a compliment
But who are you to show
affection by mouth
for something so Perfect
something so beautiful
Take pride in her!
though she isn't yours yet.



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