The Sean Bean of My Life
A poem for Creative Writing.
Chapter 1
Rough Draft.
You've got the eyes of Trevelyan
That melt right through me dear.
You've got Alec's evil smile that
I know that I should fear.
You're just like a modern Boromir
Caring too much to let what you love go.
You always rise yourself high
Whevenever you fall low.
Barely anyone knows your name,
But I hope you know that I always will.
If you left me forever,
I hope you know I'd be waiting still.
I've always tried to find the perfect way to identify you,
It seems.
Now I know that you have the presence of
Sean Bean.
That melt right through me dear.
You've got Alec's evil smile that
I know that I should fear.
You're just like a modern Boromir
Caring too much to let what you love go.
You always rise yourself high
Whevenever you fall low.
Barely anyone knows your name,
But I hope you know that I always will.
If you left me forever,
I hope you know I'd be waiting still.
I've always tried to find the perfect way to identify you,
It seems.
Now I know that you have the presence of
Sean Bean.



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