Ode to an Open Heart (Anabel)
I will never forget that decisive rematch I had with him…
A young boy with an open heart and an ambitious dream…
With a cap on his soft black hair and that cute Pikachu on his comfy shoulder…
Supported by many friends of both young and old, cheering on for his dream…
My short hair stood up on end, my lilac eyes gazed with sparkling admiration…
My crystal heart twittered and ached, melting from his dedication for Pokémon…
But while his kindness and innocence had attracted so many and I…
His heart was open, yet his mind was not…
My heart was very open like his, calling out his wonderful name…
It desired his attention to bloom and grow like a flower in the rain…
That silly boy can't even tell when that flower sings happily…
And he still doesn't know that my heart sings for him…
Nobody can be perfect in this world, not even I for him…
But I can understand what compels his stubborn, closed mind forward…
His blazing aura, so warm to the touch, represents his passionate dream…
So until the day he reaches his dream, I will wait for him with an open heart…
Yeah, so this is actually the first time I tried out poetry on my own. Usually I write poems for English class, but if I wanted to be a decent writer, I've got to learn to think outside the box. So aside from adventurous stories and one-shots, this is the first poem I've written. As its title suggests, this is an ode to an open heart with Anabel's thoughts about Ash after he left the Battle Tower. I know that Ash has an open heart, but a very dense mind, which is why it seemed fitting. Anyway, I know most poems don't always have to rhyme, but the whole thing, the words and the emotions, just came to me. Just consider this another going-away present from me before I leave for college at August 21.
If this was actually good in your standards, maybe I could do one in Ash's POV on how he felt about Anabel after leaving the Battle Tower. That way it could be a coupling set.
If you would please review, it will be appreciated. Your feedback to this poem is welcome. I won't bite… much.
Ciao!