Goodmorning all,
Author's Note: A poem that was asked of us to make in class about the subject of 'Love'. So I chose to write this under the impression of the 'perfect person'. Well, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. and I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Atlus or any of their franchise including the 'Persona Series' besides this fanfiction. It belongs to me and the fans.
Mask
He is silver-tongued,
He is different.
He knows always what to say,
but you are intrigued
He intimidates you,
but not in a bad way.
In front of him you feel naked,
an open book to be read.
Your mouth is loose,
Your thoughts wild and raw.
It's almost too easy to speak to him
And you've never felt like this before?
But you feel safe, nothing matters.
Nothing is kept inside your head.
It's like those many years ago,
when you ran to your mother's arms.
Safe and protected,
forever safe from harm.
When he leaves, he is an enigma,
a ghost of what ceased to be.
Leaving only his marks that
only those who know him can see.
Whereas your opinions,
in conflict with your other friends.
He listens, he knows,
there is no need to pretend.
He can break the charade,
with only a matter of words
No argument, no dispute
No need to resort to verbal swords.
Isn't it relaxing to not,
have to put on the mask for once?
To have a confidante, one in any séance?
He is flavorless to say, he evolves
To complement whatever is best.
Whether he is with you or someone else there is nothing about him to jest.
Is it possible for such a person to exist?
A person who you hide no secrets from,
who holds no qualms to all you want to be.
This person, who makes you feel different.
Is also the person who you always want to see.
If this goes well, I will try to make more for each of the characters.
I hope you enjoyed reading this, leave reviews!
Cheers, regards and have a nice day!
~Everae~
