TODAY, I MET A MAN.

Today…

I met a Man.

He looked like the Morning Sun,

With skin like half-baked brownies,

Well prepared but not burnt, at least not yet,

I know he’d taste so good.

He is tall like half of an Iroko tree.

I saw The man,

I saw His eyes,

Aggressive yet Gentle.,

Like He had been to war and managed to keep his Peace.

He has his demons, I am sure.

But, I also saw,

He is fighting the demons of the ones he loves.

I saw Him again.

A father He Is…

So calm.

An antisocial, I believe.

Almost the same as I would have defined Iced-Cold Jam,

Only that his cheek is perfectly structured in an oval shape,

With hazel eyes, one with a blend of yellow and brown,

While Jam’s was Deep black.

With A Scar on his arm,

And a tattoo leading from his shoulders to somewhere my mind can only touch by imagination.

I wonder what story could be behind the lines on his skin

I am itching to know, excited even.

Could this be my Twilight?

Like I said,

Today, I Met A MAN.