Let me set the scene, I've a story for you
Not unheard, for sure. Wrecking, but true
Some billowing brown, little cerulean blues
A dull smile, that inspires many coos
A tale misunderstood, a happiness denied
Look closely enough, see in their eyes
A new love, so pure and true. And I
I am nobody, really. Not but a spy
Two souls, intertwined, can't be seen
It all happened cause blue met green
And to the right, the tall one does lean
His other half, on a different screen
Their nights are together. Yet crying...
Is what they do. "Hold on," he's speaking,
"For me." And later, blue eyes is writing
He kneels on nails, fears their love is dying
The two boys hold hands, whispers and screams
Inbetween and then the phone just rings
And listening, joy! Their eyes, oh, they gleam!
And then...they shatter, nails again, awake...a dream.
Around, around, for four years straight,
Straight. Forced to call him "mate"
Less, less has he recently ate
Duller and duller do blues illuminate
The story has no end as of right now
How they bare it? I know not how
Yet they do have each other, and once they bow,
The crowd shall cheer their love, green will whisper "wow"
YOU ARE READING
The Stylinson Poems
RomanceThis is where the feels come alive. You've been warned. I might take requests? And I'll take any feedback (:
