Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

The man stands next to main character


I always love the man stands next to main character
because his dark hair or his sharp glare
or his cold attitude hiding his kindness
or his devilish smile when he is in trouble
or maybe I hope he doesn't have many fans

I always like the man stands next to main character
because he is not perfect and sometimes lose time to talk
or he never leaves his friend though he says other
or his help in crucial time
or maybe he doesn't show up in many frames

I always fell to the man stands next to main character
because I want he gets good lover too
or he is still himself under the shadow
or he has the story not everybody knows
or simply because he just caught my heart

Submitted: Monday, December 01, 2008

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