Keziah's book of poems

"On The Contrary"

Sometimes he's bitter
Then he'll turn sweet
He really is clever
Though he acted stupid

At times he was clumsy
But can be graceful
He is always cheerful
Suddenly he'll feel dreary

You can see he's a coward
Notice he is also brave
He wouldn't take the blame,
Nor did he to the praise

He'll be the first to arrive
Wanted to immediately depart
He said he loves the dark
But he'll turn on the light

He said he hates daytime
But miss the sun at nighttime
He wanted to turn left
So he turn to the right,

He wanted to be early
Ended up being late
He knows sun sets at the west
At dusk he'll look at the east

Said he'll be careful
Then he'll be careless
He tried to stay awake
But he only fell asleep.

I know he's beautiful
Though at times he was ugly
He really is attractive,
And somehow repulsive,

Now he will remember,
Then later he will forget,
He doesn't know how this start,
Nor how everything will end

He was that hot,
But he was so cold
He will hold on,
Then suddenly let go,

He will agree,
Then turn to disagree,
He speaks interesting things,
But speak something boring,

He can make me mad,
Then he'll make me happy,
He would go north,
But still turn to the south,

He says no,
Then he'll say yes,
He always shout,
Even though he's whispering,

He's a question,
And also an answer
He does more,
Then does less,
He makes me laugh,
At the same time makes me cry,

I'm not his friend,
Neither was his enemy,
He's the subject in my poetry,
But in prose he was written,

He makes me want to love him,
Also makes me want to hate,
He has a lot of synonyms,
But he also had their antonyms,

He will come,
Then he'll just go,
He was up,
Then he was down,

His thoughts were shallow,
And is also deep,
Everytime he's near,
Felt like he was far away,

He'll be here temporarily,
Why did it felt, he'll be permanent?
But in any other way,
I know there's you and me,

Though on the contrary,
Lies a girl who's still waiting,
I'm hoping, one day,
I'll know what you truly feel,
Even if it's not for me.