She turns and turns,
Her face set in a scowl.
Her eyes closed.
Her hair falling on her face,
Sweat coating her body.
This was her twenty-fifth turn.
She had nothing else to do, she was a monster.
Everyone calls her it, a monster.
She has never set foot out of the studio.
She has never shown her face to any human being,
Until him.
He was fun,
Nothing she could ever be.
She was covered in scars,
And burns.
She would never be able to even resemble his personality.
She was falling for him,
His smile,
His laugh.
He could never feel the same.
Breath in breath out,
Her breath caught in her throat.
She stared at the shadow,
The lean tall shadow.
She knew the figure,
She couldn't forget it.
He stood there staring at her,
Her face.
"You're so beautiful, why hide it?"
He tilts his head to the side and frowns.
"Why hide such beauty."
He steps closer to her,
Her body tense.
He grabs her chin and pulls her closer.
His breath fanning her cheeks.
"I love you."
He kisses her. . .
I don't even know if this is a poem or not, I wrote a really awesome poem for language arts and I felt like writing more. I do like free writing poems because I obviously cannot rhym.
-Maddie
