(a/n - a little poem I've had an idea for. Joetina, if course. Inspired slightly by the scenes of Martina and Joey and other more depressing ideas implied in certain scenes, which gypsy Rosalie has explores wonderfully in some of her fics.)
One day...
She had her job,
And loath it she did,
She opened her gob,
And behind a harsh persona hid.
It was so tedious,
Day after day,
Sorting out the devious,
And keeping them at bay.
She felt alone,
Her family elsewhere,
She didn't answer the phone,
Because she didn't care.
She pushed them away,
And didn't smile,
Late at night she lay,
And cried for a while.
It began to consume her,
The darkness she'd created,
Her thoughts would whirr,
Because herself she hated.
She began to drown,
In her gloom,
Her face a constant frown,
In the corner of the room.
Then one long day,
She found a light,
And that little ray,
Made the future a little bright.
Just a simple word: "Greetings",
Was all he said,
But after all of their meetings,
It would swirl round her head.
He have her a purpose,
Something to do,
In her time surplus,
She thought her plans through.
A recorded violin here,
A chocolate flake there,
These brought her some cheer,
That she could recall anywhere.
She began to climb,
Out of her hole,
After all of her time,
Hating her job at the dole.
Each passing week,
Was filled with less dread,
Her eyes didn't leak,
She had found a cool head.
Instead of crying,
She began to think,
If instead of dying,
He could pull her from the brink.
She liked his wit,
And his golden hair,
And she missed him a bit,
When he wasn't there.
He made work bearable,
And on a whim,
Bought things that were wearable,
In case she saw him.
Over a year went by,
But she didn't mind,
And she knew why,
She had found somebody kind.
He made her more reckless,
As she tried to impress,
With a weird necklace,
And a unique dress.
She made some decisions,
She would later regret,
But in her missions,
Her targets they met.
He probably didn't realise,
But he had made her herself,
That look in her eyes,
Was her increasing health.
She was able to sleep,
Now she thought of his smile,
And it was always deep,
And lasted quite awhile.
He pulled her out,
Of times so dark,
Where without a doubt,
He had been her spark.
And so she yearned for,
His leather and car,
And if he broke the law,
He was still her star.
It was Martina's wish,
That one day she could,
Have Joey with the chicken dish,
One day she would.
(a/n - some of the lines are really bad, so I am terribly sorry but it is late evening and I have a headache but this hit and I couldn't shake it off. I literally had a huge Adrian muse moment. So don't flame the rhymes too badly please. Thanking you.)