Poem about anonymous

 Adult by age, child at heart

Curious yet patient, a questioning mind

Alert and insightful, confident and calm

Mature, protective, gentle and kind.

Pure in Spirit, innocent soul

Mysterious Prince, your identity i unfold

Naughty and nice, sincere amd smart

Playful yet careful, always on guard

You say you're bad, that I don't deny

But your deep brown eyes, they never lie.

They tell me things, that no one knows

They let me in, where no one goes.

You touch lives in ways beyond the ordinary,

Oh! imperfect being, show me your flaws.

Cocko.

 I really TRIED to be nice and accommodating but this bitch just can't seem to acknowledge my effort and i am really getting more and more pissed by the minute. Like how can you be so fucking full of yourself you fat fuck? And she adds to it by telling me to not interfere and not poke my nose and says this IN FRONT OF HIM! Like out of all the people. But why do i care what this bastard thinks of me? I don't know why. That's a good question. I'm glad you convinced me to write about this. Thanks brain. Love you. Goodnight.