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Note: Written on 09-03-2016 Min Yoongi is so precious to me, Wherever he is, I want to be. Everyday, he tries his best, puts himself to the test. His voice full of deep emotion, Making me cry with every notion. Boundless swag and love of sleep, The ultimate bias wrecker I want to keep. He infires ARMYs, and keeps it real, His hip hop raps are strong as steel. Something about him is Dark and Wild, Maybe its his passion that is never mild. His love for ARMYs is simply sweet, I would melt if we would ever meet. (I'd probably die, cry, suffocate, and faint at the same time… but anyway, back to the poem) He wrecks me completely, yet gives me life, His smile makes my heart flutter, then cuts me like a knife. His lyrics motivate me and attack my feels, I wonder how many hearts he steals… A shoot in the hoop, a basketball prize, A beautiful capture of his smooth milky thighs. His "mind is possessed with the word 'success'", And I am obsessed, I must confess, with every fibre of his

Note: Written on 01/09/2016 Nineteen years ago an angel was born, he walks upon the mortals today, He breathes the same air and stares at the same sky, Whoever made him knew about perfection. You see, I used to think that perfection didn't exist, until I saw talent I couldn't simply resist, in a form of a boy, now a young man, with every smooth movement, my sanity ran. He ages again, my boy's growing up, His voice getting stronger, I can't get enough. Speaking of his voice... Imagine you are lying on a feathered bed, the air smells like vanilla, and petals around your head, Melting honey, minus the stickiness, laying on your tongue, and divine shimmers of light dances as he sung. A voice so powerfully beautiful that it can pull you out of misery, Can send shivers and spark that emotional intensity. The skill of this angel doesn't stop here, He dances, he glides, his smile is so dear. An illusion of an adorably small bunny, His quirkiness so endearing, he knows that he's funny. A

Note: Written on 12-09-2016 Gimme a minute to convey To demonstrate The birth of a leader 21 years ago Who built me up, who taught me what I need to know About hip hop, about life, about hardships, About how you keep fighting even as your world rips. A determined heart, Never to be torn apart. He took it one step at a time, But man, those steps look like leaps from here. An IQ of 148, It was never too late To pursue his dream of being a rapper, Not an idol, a fucking rapper, But he’s an idol now, Underground should see him, he’s a God, Everyday, he kept that glass from tipping, he kept it full, His schedule fully loaded yet he kept his cool. His acceptance of that title “idol” got him far, Bangtan Boys are mighty, they truly are. With Namjoon as leader, they rise to the top, Each member special, no, they will never drop. He still spits like a King though, Other rappers are intimidated, they mess up their flow. To be a successful idol and a rapper at the same time, To spit heaven