The Bond Between Thinker and Doer

January 23, 2012
By , Lincoln, IL
He only exists on paper,
As a figment of imagination.
Blazing blue eyes,
Their pupils fiery;
Jeans, black tee, and tennis shoes,
His daily outfit;
Rippling muscles and ragged scars,
They tell his strength, his pain, his power;
Shaggy black hair,
Hangs in his face;
And an array of smiles,
Each a different emotion to share.
Though a stubborn pain at times,
He’s my outlet.
Like a journal,
Or a diary,
His story is run by my emotion.
My anger and rage is his,
My pain and toil felt by him.
He is passionate,
And rebellious,
And protective.
He is what I am,
Or wish to be.
No one could understand the bond,
Between the thinker and the doer,
Except maybe another.

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PoetryAngel14 said...
Feb. 1, 2012 at 5:22 pm
Wow amazing...that picture looks exactly like my ex boyfriend's hand on top and mine underneath...hee hee...anyway really great job I love the imagery :)
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