The real NECO
When you look at me
you see a small frame
a smiling face
look into my eyes
the color of honey
and feel the sweetness that pours through them
look into my heart
and feel the love that forever pours
no matter how much it hurts
see the scars left behind
i am the sweetest taste of life
the weirdest risk you can take
the goofies big kid around
the strongest at heart
but fragile in my ways
people call me perfect
and find my ability to see the good in everyone
a gift
but on the iside i am perfectly imperfect
this is a look into
the heart,mind,and soul
of NECO
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