Saturday, March 20, 2010

I named him Wordy

Unspoken wordy, yet he speaks alot,
Quiet but full of surprises,
Never sensitive towards slavery,
Like a popular new treatment,
Not ready to play nice,
All his wars must be won,
Works to break every new player,
Thinks he can stop bullets,
I think he is dealing,
Legit medical reason,
Cause every compliment sounds like an accusation to him,
He thinks, and thinking sucks,
So he stops being wordy, thats his plan,
But i know he has a good heart,
I hope though, he cares for the truth,
He is broken in silence,
Yet his hallo is hi, only longer in words, though still short in intension,
His propensity of screwing things up grew instead of his desire to have fun,
Wordy, the ending to the wordless story, no stories,
Never acknowledges failure, or move past it,

Wordy tries not to be a jerk, but he still is work.

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