Disclaimers- Don't make me sing that Barney song.
We Equivalent Imperfection
She stood in the middle of the floor, her hands a bit shaken and her knees were barely carrying her weight as it buckled. She took a deep breath in and let it all out in a 'whoosh', to calm her nerves.
Her only audience smiled in anticipation.
I am a bit too short, and you a bit too tall
Our heights makes us have to reach up or reach down for one another
We don't fit each other like a puzzle
Something said in all those romantic novels
My hands', small and delicate
Yours, oversized and in need of lotion
As our hands come together,
It takes effort to keep them in place
My hair is curvy and yours too straight
Our hair colour blends so much,
We don't stand out like you and your other
And it makes me sad knowing you love the attention
Every time I am about to walk away
Every time I think we just aren't meant to be
I find a reason why
Why you and me are suppose to be together
I don't care if we don't fit like a puzzle
This isn't some hot romantic novel
I love the way you bend lower for me,
Just so I can wrap my arms around you
Together, we aren't picture perfect
Together, we are equivalents of imperfection
Together...
Everything else doesn't matter.
We are together.
She took another deep breath and allowed a small sigh.
"What do you think?" She asked in her sweet voice.
"I thought of it well..." And here comes the criticism, "But didn't the teacher say something about 20 lines only?" This wasn't exactly what he was expecting and from his response, she knew.
He had no idea his girlfriend had ever questioned them together in ways of weather they fit into each other's arms. He had always assumed it didn't matter to her and in some kind of odd way it didn't.
"Oh don't worry, once the teacher read the poem, itself, it won't matter too much weather I went over or under my limits."
She walked towards him and gracefully took the space next to him. Sinking down into the velvet couch she waited for him to reply.
"And what about the other part of the homework? The topic was supposed to be on your favourite books." He gentle reminded her.
"Didn't you hear the part where I included romantic novels?" She said in a teasing tone.
"Madison..." His facial expression looked serious, and she knew that the game was over.
Pouting her lips ever so slightly.
"Fine."
Madison got up from her comfortable spot on the sofa and dug deep in her skirt pocket for the same type of paper she had in her other hand.
Once she got the paper out she smiled cutely at him.
"How about that Eli! I read you the wrong poem."
"With your wits, my Madison, you shall become the next Sherlock Homes."
"As long as you let me! Now how about listening to the poem I actually did for school?"
So she started on another poem.
*Curtain drops*
Kyte's Thoughts- had this idea one in the morning, typed it once I woke up and ended up being late for school. Lack of sleep and an urge for typing a poetic fiction isn't such a great thing.
P.S- I know the title doesn't make any sense and I don't get it either, but you have to admit it is kind of catchy.
We Equivalent Imperfection
She stood in the middle of the floor, her hands a bit shaken and her knees were barely carrying her weight as it buckled. She took a deep breath in and let it all out in a 'whoosh', to calm her nerves.
Her only audience smiled in anticipation.
I am a bit too short, and you a bit too tall
Our heights makes us have to reach up or reach down for one another
We don't fit each other like a puzzle
Something said in all those romantic novels
My hands', small and delicate
Yours, oversized and in need of lotion
As our hands come together,
It takes effort to keep them in place
My hair is curvy and yours too straight
Our hair colour blends so much,
We don't stand out like you and your other
And it makes me sad knowing you love the attention
Every time I am about to walk away
Every time I think we just aren't meant to be
I find a reason why
Why you and me are suppose to be together
I don't care if we don't fit like a puzzle
This isn't some hot romantic novel
I love the way you bend lower for me,
Just so I can wrap my arms around you
Together, we aren't picture perfect
Together, we are equivalents of imperfection
Together...
Everything else doesn't matter.
We are together.
She took another deep breath and allowed a small sigh.
"What do you think?" She asked in her sweet voice.
"I thought of it well..." And here comes the criticism, "But didn't the teacher say something about 20 lines only?" This wasn't exactly what he was expecting and from his response, she knew.
He had no idea his girlfriend had ever questioned them together in ways of weather they fit into each other's arms. He had always assumed it didn't matter to her and in some kind of odd way it didn't.
"Oh don't worry, once the teacher read the poem, itself, it won't matter too much weather I went over or under my limits."
She walked towards him and gracefully took the space next to him. Sinking down into the velvet couch she waited for him to reply.
"And what about the other part of the homework? The topic was supposed to be on your favourite books." He gentle reminded her.
"Didn't you hear the part where I included romantic novels?" She said in a teasing tone.
"Madison..." His facial expression looked serious, and she knew that the game was over.
Pouting her lips ever so slightly.
"Fine."
Madison got up from her comfortable spot on the sofa and dug deep in her skirt pocket for the same type of paper she had in her other hand.
Once she got the paper out she smiled cutely at him.
"How about that Eli! I read you the wrong poem."
"With your wits, my Madison, you shall become the next Sherlock Homes."
"As long as you let me! Now how about listening to the poem I actually did for school?"
So she started on another poem.
*Curtain drops*
Kyte's Thoughts- had this idea one in the morning, typed it once I woke up and ended up being late for school. Lack of sleep and an urge for typing a poetic fiction isn't such a great thing.
P.S- I know the title doesn't make any sense and I don't get it either, but you have to admit it is kind of catchy.