Harry Goes Emo
Flicking his uncut hair to one side revealing one darkly shaded eye Harry twisted and pulled at his body to find a more comfortable position. Lifting one leg on to the other and slouching down before sitting up straight again Harry look completely deranged in his actions. His setting wasn't helping him seem sane at all, the un-aired, dark room wasn't far off a prison cell. But this wasn't a punishment, this was for inspiration.
The only shed of light came from a dim swinging bulb placed above Harry's head. The light would start to sway from side to side when Harry knocked it. When it did this it caused the only sign of light to drift off of a scruffy looking page and back on to it. The page was covered in patches of scribbles that only slightly resembled sentences
Harry's lips started to move, capturing the words from the page in to his mind. He slowly dragged his body on to his feet without taking his eyes off the paper in front of him. "Can I compare thee to a summers day? No, because your darkness is your most beautiful feature."
He started to walk around the room, pacing from one end to the other. His eyes only removed from the paper to look upwards blankly. And his hand gestures were wild and dramatic. "Do I need to ask a thousand times how much you love me? No, I see it in your eyes from the selfies you send me."
He smiled lightly at the thought of including modern day humour in his piece. "Does our love shine brighter than sun light itself?
No, our love is hardly noticed, shy and hidden but always there." The word 'shy' was loud as if it was an order not to let it stop him.
After returning to his seat he let out a sigh, this was then followed by a statement so bold and powerful it couldn't be disagreed with. "Love lasts but time doesn't, its a hard lesson to learn. But only the lucky few actually feel love, some say they do but because they don't know what true love feels like that don't know for sure if what they have is real. If you have pure love you know it because you grip on to that feeling even if its telling your loved one you will aways be with them, confessing you love at the alter or just showing it in the way you watch them."
These words were all from his head, they wasn't rehearsed or copied they was his own thoughts. His mind staggered back and forth trying to capture these feelings and emotions into words to place into the paper. He then stop. Turned around. And ran towards the paper, which he ripped part into un-repairable pieces.
At this point he finally had a clear vision of how to express himself, he didn't need to write a poem, he didn't need to scream it for the heavens to hear. All he needed to do was tell her and how she felt the same.
