Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Entry 3
He has brown eyes that light up when he sees me. He has pink, thick lips that glisten before he kisses me. His ears, nothing like Dumbo's or an elf's', but seem to grow to the perfect size when I talk and he listens so closely. His muscular arms and back wrap around me; they enclose me with safety. The scars and wounds in his stomach remind me of the disease he fights every minute of his life. The tattoo on his arm, a medical alert, lets people know he is a Type 1 diabetic. This man, 20 years old, is my best friend, and soul mate.
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Wow. I almost didn't believe that you we're part of the class blog because this poem was amazing. It seemed so mature and yet every word packed my mind with pictures and images. I'm quite intrested in your poetry and will be looking for new poems often. But this one definately a whole new persepctive on my world anda great inspiration
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