#poke-poetry
Water-Types
You are me,
I am you,
Just some one,
From the ocean-blue.
"Sea" if you can find me,
Under the cool, shifting tides,
As I try to find,
My destiny, right beside you.
Always staring at a soul,
From my cozy, rather large home,
And that soul has an ego,
In that head, which is a small dome,
Filled to the brim with stupidity,
And I think I'm the only one that knows,
As I watch from the sea,
Dreaming of you and me,
With my heart, only filled with cold water, Until I saw you, I thought you were an idiot, but I guess that isn't true,
For Gary Oak,
I,
Misty,
Of the Cerulean Gym,
Have now found a new partner other than my Water-Types for now to swim with...
By Pikagirl439
