I See Her
Disclaimer: Of course it's mine! That's why it's filled with Brooke/Callahan goodness! Oh, wait...
Had to write a free-verse poem for English. This is it. Keep in mind that I really hate poetry. Expect more Vivienne-centric fics from me in the future. Perhaps even a Brooke/Callahan, but let's keep it one step at a time.
I See Her
The first time I see her,
She's blonde and beautiful
And PINK, glaringly out-of-place
Then I find out she's his ex.
Oh. My. God.
Well, that explains a lot.
Like why she's here.
Clearly she has no love for law.
The first time I see her,
I mean, really see her,
She's still blonde, still pink,
But now she's got a chip on her shoulder
And then I see her,
Her blonde hair, her pink skirt, her heart breaking,
His hands, the blue Tiffany's box extended
To me. The cold ring becomes warm on my hand.
What. The. Hell.
She got the internship?
And now she's gloating?
He pulls me away, but I turn back.
I extend my left hand.
She may have the job, but I do, too.
And I have this.
I have everything she wants.
And now I see her.
Navy her new pink,
Pride and self-confidence gone.
She's leaving.
It's what I wanted,
But never like this,
And somehow I realize
I may miss the blonde and pink.
I get his phone call
To go to convince her to stay
To tell her we all think she's more
Than the blonde and pink.
And I see how we need her,
Out of place as she is.
She is the balance.
She's like our sun.
Comments anyone? Just press the little... What the hell color is that anyway? Periwinkle?