You made a love poet out of a passive observer, An ardent out | Scribbles
You made a love poet out of a passive observer,
An ardent out of an apathetic.
You became the pigment for a faded soul;
You are color,
A lesson from the story,
An ending to an arc.
You are the last line.
You made a king out of a short tempered belligerent;
You became the self for the selfish;
You are the staff in the middle of the ocean,
The immortality for the sentenced bum.
You made a warrior out of a kid;
You became the decoration for the noose,
You are a sword sheathed in the stone,
A new found potential for the talentless.
The slingshot for David,
The harp of an angel,
A pen for the writer,
A reason for a man.
You make a person,
When a person knows you.
-Wukong’s Sacrifice
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