A big royal castle with really tall walls. It's so hard not to be impressed by it all. So I walk through the super long halls and go through really elaborate doors. All walking on the cleanest marble floors. A fine palace with no shortage of food to eat. All of the luxuries, a fine place to retreat. But as I get to the kitchen I see someone I don't know. You have shoulder length hair so your face doesn't show. I'm kind of mesmerized by how you move around the kitchen. Wondering if for me, you'd stop and listen. But then you notice me and we make eye contact. Both of us are nervous not knowing how to interact. So you say in a kind voice, "Hi, can I help you with something?" I start to get choked up and my heart starts to do weird things. But in a nervous voice I say, "I'm just looking around, I'm the new tenant of this fine estate that I found." So you look at me curious, not knowing what to do next. I don't want to make things in any way complex. So you say, "Oh, well then let me make you something to eat, you look like you're after a nice tasty treat." So I sit across from you, watching you work your magic. But for some odd reason this whole thing seems romantic. So I wait patiently, and you converse with me easily. Noticing all the small things even I didn't see. So you sit down with me, two plates in hand. I start to get nervous and play with a hair strand. But none the less you tell me about the dish. Thinking in my mind having you closer to me right now would be my one wish.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.