HIM

His hair was twisted, his face was perfect.
He was excellent,
He grinned at an uncommon grin,
Furthermore, it was that grin I would progress toward becoming familiarized to.

He was encompassed by a horde of extraordinary individuals,
They were the sort of wild and classless individuals I wasn't presented to,
Among them, hee sparkled like a precious stone,
As though He were godlike and they were all relatives of lucifer.

I, before long ended up mindful that he and I could relate,
Some of the time outcasted by others, we fortified in our struggle
We had comparable existences and associated unequivocally with each other in a cordial, nonromantic way.

While his kindred spirits were flooding with clutter,
We held each other and consoled each other from the risky states of young dimness,
He was misjudged as was I,
We were intended to live considerably easier lives.

Be that as it may, in our battle to flourish in what we thought was divine,
We made our lives substantially more confounded.

He watched me as I drove those natural streets,
What's more, tuned in as I discussed my blues,
He identified with me,
We generally got along the best.

Looked with a plenty of high school hardships,
We generally discovered our way back to rational soundness,
We generally discovered our way back to each other,
He was everything to me.

Furthermore, right up 'til today, despite everything he remains chivalrous,
Presently, his grin is something beyond a grin,
It's a pathway to peacefulness.

That's it for tonight guys.