I'v actually had this poem for a while, but never put in on here...
UNTIL NOW!

Lol. Hope ya enjoy.

Reporter Girl

There was a shy reporter girl,
her eyes a dusty grey.
So small, so meek, and so unsure
in the ending of the day.

Her name is Carly Carmine,
thick glasses upon her face.
Her love was stripped so carelessly
within this darkened space.

She picked me up in my lowest,
protested when I was rude.
I often lost my temper;
how could I be so crude?

And somehow I had grown to love,
this small reporter girl.
She had saved my life, but oh,
I sent hers for a whirl.

I had gotten her in danger,
something that I fret.
I said I didn't want her,
another thing I regret.

The pain was set upon her face,
tears welding in her eyes.
Then mine were doing much the same,
much to my surprise.

Then I slowly walked away from her,
never once just looking back.
She's so kind, so gentle, so innocent;
so many virtues that I lack.

In the days that past,
my reporter girl, to my dismay,
got wrapped up in some trouble,
just another card to play.

Now there is no shy reporter girl,
her eyes no longer grey.
She only has that ghastly sneer
in the ending of the day.

Her eyes were black, my jaw was set,
and we sat before the tower.
The danger grew, and through and through,
it was done above the hour.

And as she died within my arms,
I told her not to fear.
She held me close, so calmly spoke,
whispered words for me to hear.

"I love you, Jack. And you'll always be
my only number one.
Don't forget all that we did together
once this war is done."

Then she breathed her final breath,
away her ashes blew.
And then I clutched the empty air and whispered,
"I love you too…"

For my innocent, shy reporter girl
I fought harshly to get back.
I would not cry, I would not fear;
for that quest I would not lack.

And then I finally got her back,
so warm within my arms.
Then she told me she didn't remember,
trying to use her charms.

I never want her harmed again,
I don't want her to fret.
I told her not to worry,
it was just a dark memory to forget.

She was satisfied, for now at least,
and I happily regret.
For she lives her life giddily,
while I live mine with fret.

I never want her taken from me,
I'll denounce all I've said.
I wonder if I'll ever tell her
as I lay my weary head.

I'm happy to be her hero,
even if for just one day.
I'm happy to see her happy,
so I'll happily dismay.

She is my shy reporter girl,
her eyes a vibrant grey.
Perhaps sometime I'll tell her,
but that's for another day.

~Fin.

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