Hi, Freewriters
Ahhhh!!!!!, I'm I'm surrounded by talent, the kind that just push you to finesse your art, my friend wrote an astounding poem dedicated to me, I was so touched that he sees my in such light, and when I thought I'd just be the poet instead of the muse. At first I didn't have a copy of the poem, I asked him for it but he said he'd only give me the copy if I made a response poem, so a response poem I did.
This is his
People are not that broken sometimes.
What's a party without people.
Smiley faces and raw liquor.
Maybe if The Father did deem man alone...
Each one of us, Our solitary universe own
I imagine, if I was wrapped up with her thought.
She'll meet in my beyond yonder
I wish she accepts her the way I do
In need of proper validation I barely offer.
How on earth do I tell her...
Her bright eyes is what keeps my dreams alive
Her caramel lip wrapped around her e'ery words...I envy
How much she make my day easy with her touch
Slipping in and out of my arms, maybe I'm just scared
Maybe I wish I was her Lois Lane...
Her Alfred maybe
Just so she won't be out of my reach
Echo of her soft voice still lingers like yesterday's hungover
She is stealthy and hiding
How do I make her know
I see her for everything she is and I still need more.
How do I tell her she caught my fancy this fast
How do I bare my soul for her acceptance.
I wish I had the map to the maze...
Or a guide book to never end her smile.
But I'm barely human just as she is
Raw and unstable like a toddler steps.
I haven't found my place in the universe but my heart has settled in her atmosphere
I wish I had less people to care about
Then I'll center all this fury of emotions in her entire existence.
Maybe it is just another fluke of my emotions
Buh if she is redemption
I'll drown in every drop of her whims and will...
This is mine
SHE'S SURE SHE'S PRETTY, BUT NOT LIKE HE WANTS.
Maybe people are that broken,
Damned to forever be in the dark ,
You know was worse about being broken,
Is the disbelief of ever getting your spark,
Never being your self back,
Maybe people are that broken, maybe people are that chipped,
Maybe she can't see all the pretty that seemingly lies within,
Because dark clouds will be dark clouds, even if it's rainbow you see,
Because certainly this girl lack colour, even if it's only colour you see,
And for a moment I stopped in my tracks and thought 'how crazy is he',
Because everyone can smell it from a mile away that she's not all that she seems to be,
The more I thought about the more the truth gave way,
But he's the kind of person who'd draw the sun on a rainy day,
And the greatest lie were the ones he told to her,
How she looked great in pink, how her hips move in sync,
How her hair never seem out of place, how her lips were the sweetest secret,
But the sad thing was they weren't lies, and she knew all too well,
She just wasn't ready to believe it,
Is she pretty in pink, or is it hot red,
She doesn't want the love of this world, it's tainted,
She lost her smile way to early in life,
A cynical view, an internal struggle with a really sharp knife,
I don't know how to say this but......... don't fall in love with a broken girl, they're not all they seem,
You really don't want to be the knight in shining armor ready to swoop in,
Because poetry is pretty and words last a while,
Because how knighly can you be when the princess that you came to save suddenly becomes the dragon,
Bearing her claws and breathing fire,
Rampaging your heart and causing terrors,
What then Mr knight, what will your words matter, when she certainly out of reach.
And she learned really quickly, that sometimes the princess needs saving,
Not from the fierce dragon this time but from sneaky knight who's heart holds no light,
With sweet lies of a happy ever after,
And you'd sit and wonder why she's stealthy and hiding.
She knows she's pretty but she just can't feel it,
Maybe because she has heard that all too often,
People vomits words she's heard countless times, so really can't blame her,
It quickly loses value, her thoughts are sharpened,
It's a problem of blurred vision, a distorted view,
Because each opponent could swear what they see the truth,
But is with her for all of her life,
The other just see the lies that she wears,
Although the great chemistry, they'll always be at war,
Because there are things they never agreed on,
She wants to be pretty more than he express, that she's really sure
Because she doesn't want to be loved, she wants to be a devotion.
It's Still Abeegail 💗 ✨
You friendly neighborhood poet
Thank you for Reading,
The Image is mine.