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Th3Chos3nOn3

Published: Apr 10, 2011

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_{Wanted:

A boy who connects the stars like dipping dots,
has the strength to tilt the world on its axis,
moonwalks from planets to the moon and back in 1.5 seconds

Wanted:

A boy who dances along the ocean,
sways in rhythm with the palm trees,
swimming fearlessly out into the unknown

Wanted:

A boy who recites poetry with fervent enthusiasm,
syllables colliding on the tips of his tongue,
creating masterpieces of vibrant watercolors and vivid structures

Wanted:

A boy with scars lining across his arms,
reminding him of a past he can't talk about,
and whose bruises can only go so skin deep

Wanted:

A boy with spidersilk skin and calloused palms,
trindles of hair that always sticks up,
emerald irises made of sparkling crystal and marble glass

Wanted:

A boy with a lop-sided grin and crooked teeth,
whose smile makes the little pieces of my heart melt like chocolate,
and a face that only a mother could love

Wanted:

A broken boy who's searching for a broken girl.}

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_{I was inspired by 's poem, Wanted. (:
I decided to make my own version, and this came about.
I'm not too satisfied about the ending, but might edit it.}