Him
He looks so saddened
But doesn’t show it
He acts very sweet
But deep down he isn’t
He is always quiet, never speaks
But his words always cut deep
He gets everything he wants
But never appreciates them
So I decide
And I decide that he gets nothing
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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