Notice of absence from Hey-Madison
I probably have writer's block, or I'm getting an education, either way, check out more of my work on my profile.
I probably have writer's block, or I'm getting an education, either way, check out more of my work on my profile.
I watch her smile
When she talks about books.
ACOTAR
Is our favorite series.
I watch as she lifts her pen
Above the paper.
A leftie, unlike most.
Her perfect handwriting
Is like the ghost of time,
Once there,
The next, never.
But there's something
In her eyes
That tells me
She would rather
Have a sword
In her hands
Than something more suitable
For mine.
Something in her eyes
Warns me of the
Demon that lurks:
One I myself find
In my own mind.
There's something there
That drags her steps,
And that spark in her eyes
Only shows
When we talk about books.
But something else tells me
That her laugh is true,
Her spirit real,
And her dirty mind,
A place of joy.
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Author:
Maddie Judith (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2023 22:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been feeling like the people I write about and how I write about them has become too repetitive, so I decided on writing about someone else. The person I'm dedicating this poem to is a person who I've been trying to write about for a long time, and I've only recently found the words to do that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
- Category: Friendship
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