Written by Blake, to Yang.
This melancholy...
You pull me out, wrist-grabbing tightly, lightly,
all awhile I'm fighting,
practically biting at your arm, yet secretly smiling.
My inner thoughts--
Interrupted; a boisterous reprieve
from over-thinking, over-analyzing,
wrong-sizing my own past lies and misplaced ties.
The sunshine!
It's so bright! Waving your hand and
patting the back seat of your bike.
Handing me a helmet, knowing that I'll like
sitting behind you, waist-holding tightly,
flying, hair-blowing unsightly,
sighing at the rough turns, the exhaust noise,
yet somehow,
thrilled at the poise you show
while navigating deeper through my unknown.
Such a short time...
Still I know that the ride will end.
More than friends? I tend to stray,
from wondering where this might lead.
I need to know when I can sit behind you once more.
Though unsure of your intentions,
no one mentions the sweet smell
of a summer romance,
perchance floating gently 'round our whipping hair;
I inhale, taking it all in, closing my eyes,
resting my head against your back,
allowing the scent,
...to let me live in this moment...
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RWBY: pOum
ПоэзияA collection of poetry based on each character of the series RWBY by Monty Oum. Each poem is written from a specific character's point of view within the canon story. Cover photo courtesy of Guardian Blade - https://aminoapps.com/c/infjsanctuary/pag...
