Teen Ink

He seeks a life of solitude, but all he finds is stress.
A life of tanquility he thinks less.

Perfection, does it lay in choas or in order.
A perfect destruction cracks the mortar.

Peace and quite is all he seeks.
In his mind the idea the idea leaks.

Drip drip drop, it will never stop.
The strain of life fills to the top.

Quick release, my friends love.
It spreads it’s wings, his morning dove.

Laughter and friendship he has found release.
Her love encircles him, he is at peace.