Staying by his side
This is my attempt at a form of poetry called Bop. It's fairly new, and I wanted to give it a shot. My apologies as it was a shot in the dark, and it missed by a mile.
He sent me home in this big blue box,
One which I've grown to see as my place
Of living. He said it was too dangerous,
I said I'd stand by him
No matter what.
He still sent me back.
Don't worry, Doctor.
I'm coming back.
I'm taking in the Time Vortex
To save him, my Doctor,
A madman in his box
Who ran away.
The energy flows through me,
My heart's racing.
Power, destruction, love.
It's all there, together.
Don't worry, Doctor.
I'm coming back.
The Daleks are defeated
But no one is supposed
To look into the Heart of the TARDIS.
It's suicide, a death sentence.
But I did, and the Doctor lost his face
Because of it.
Don't worry, Doctor.
I'm coming back.