The Doctor
He feels like fire and rage.
He feels like ice and a turning page.
He helps me see the turn of the universe.
Of all that ever will be and ever was.
I can feel my heart break.
I hear the Tardis, getting ready to leave.
The Doctor runs, and I can hear him yell out "allons-y".
In the Tardis, I hear the whispers of past companions.
Oh, how adorable is his sense of fashion/
Do you hear the beating of the Doctor's broken hearts?
I can see the heavy in his eyes.
As well as my reflection, for now.
You can tell he's lived many lives.
Trying to stick to his vow.
He is truly amazing, I mean, wow.
This poem is about:
Our world
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