My OwnA Poem by gnarlym
You are goofy but all the while
regal your eyes are melted sunshine, yet also the ocean's temper your hands are soft against my skin, but rough when on their own your gait is that of a simple man, but also of a king your crown is a backwards cap, but made of gold to me. If you were a king, I'd follow you to fame, but if you should be a poor man, then I'd be poor the same © 2015 gnarlymReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 10, 2015 Last Updated on June 10, 2015 AuthorgnarlymNJAboutI am a dazed and confused english major with a desire to know all things. I'm a cranky individual but that might just be me becoming jaded by the college experience more..Writing
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