He was sitting there
In Freezing air
He tried everything .. but he failed
So he settled with sitting there
Time so heavy he can't make it move .
It's okay ..
There is nothing to prove anyway..Dust covers all that he can see .
It's okay ..
Dust covers his glasses anyway .
A ponytail comes bouncing to his view ..
It clears off the dust as it flew ..
The ponytail asks him for a certain book .
He fell in love from the first look .
He gave her what she needed staring at her lip ring
The ponytail bounced out like it bounced in ..
How can someone be so fair?
He loved how she wore her hair ..
4 days passed and there's no sign of the ponytail ..
Laughs are very far away from this place ..
Anyone who enters has a wrinkled face ..
His hair was blond but her hair was blue ..
His hair was like dry plants in sandy land .. where nothing ever grew
But Her hair was not like anything that he has seen
like waves pushing waves in the deep blue sea .
Waves that escaping from the light of the sun that's her face
But they couldn't run away as she held them prisoner with some lace .
And he loves how she wears her hair .
She asked him for another bookHis love grew with the second look .
The fifth book , her name is Kindle
The eleventh book , she likes chess
The thirteenth book , she is singleThe fifteenth book , she left with a kiss
The seventeenth book , she's hard to handle
The eighteenth book , she smiles less
The twentieth book , she is no more single
The twenty-five book , she said yes
The twenty-six book , she thinks he doesn't care
The twenty-seven book , she had no ring
The twenty-eight book , her daughter had a ponytail
The twenty-nine book , Did she just wink ?!
Book number thirty was the last
He hugged her and they forgot the past
"I love how you wear your hair " the ponytail shyly said .
His heart beat faster and he kissed her head
He freed those imprisoned waves with his hand
They fell onto his sandy land .
They looked better that way .
As sea can't be be with no sand .
They were perfect for each other
30 book brought them together
They aren't married and she's a mother
But they can't be apart now or ever .
This a tale of when blonde met blue
They made a beautiful shore with no clue .
YOU ARE READING
White or maybe Black
PoetryMaybe you will find in this some peace from the mess in your head