He had green eyes
Elegantly inked pale skin
A small mouth full of lies
But a mind with naked truth within
His touch was warm
His heart once upon a time torn
Look full of vain
He never felt any pain
He didn't like to be photographed close-up
His boots were always a bit worn out
Melody in his voice
Shut down, he had no choice
Past was a soft spot
Rock 'n' roll was a brother he never got
Green orbs sent a freeze
But brought me a breeze
He was a mystery
And, the rest is history
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