Knowing you since early times,
Watching you mature and learn.
Your thirst for knowledge,
Expanding with every breath.
So wise beyond your years,
Clearly misunderstood.
A symbol of what I would like to be,
Understanding it is what you have become.
Wishing to have known you better,
Scared to become too attached.
Still learning each year,
We are so similar.
Sweet and charming,
Yet looked upon differently,
They always say true artists,
Are never appreciated in their own time.
Amazing to those who know you,
Intimidating to those who do not.
Wishing to fit in,
But happy to exceed the norm.
Wanting to be loved,
But knowing your time will come.
Happiness is on its way,
It is long awaited and well deserved.
The many masks of my friend, Christopher. |
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