He stands for choice, but makes few.
He senses true warmth, but knows the pain of coldness.
He lives beneath a protective shield, but yearns for the excitement of freedom.
He is the dog that chases the cat, and then plays with it.
His values are respect, honesty, and loyalty.
Without them, he is nothing.
Without them, so are you.
Friendship and love cannot exist in their absence.
He is dearly passionate, and stubbornly conservative.
He lives by the lyrics, and dies with the chords.
His heart can pound like no other, or melt at the sight of a child.
He has shown anger, but prefers kindness.
He will fight for justice, and then defend the indefensible.
He will press for tolerance, but pass on ignorance.
He is the sword as well as the feather.
He can be so very strong, but has glaring weaknesses.
He loves powerfully, but asks for such from few.
He listens intently and speaks too much.
He can or he cannot.
He is a man and he is a boy.
He is a conquering hero who needs no parade.
He is the opposite of simple and as complex as a single-syllable word.
He is tears mixed with happiness.
He is a tuxedo with running shoes.
He is
…just
…himself
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4 comments:
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well said!
when i steal this do i credit you or?
Me...although I don't believe it's worth stealing...but go right ahead
"He is a tuxedo with running shoes."
my favorite line-
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