The voices were deemed,
almost gone, almost done.
They were trimmed,
cut short, almost lost,
covered in frost.
But they came back.

And only one can deem them,
only one can make frost,
only one can kill chaos,
and only can make me lost...

In a smile,
and in a blush.
In a laugh,
and, CRASH!

Sure we fight,... most of the time,
but he gives me style,
a smile,
and a rhyme.

My rocky - hero.

- Z.R.w
-14.4.23