I Know It's Odd But

by TheSeerVolva

A poem to Canada based off the Voice of Netherlands, listing little odd things and how beautiful they are.

By: NetherDenCan/TakenIntoContext

Rated: PG

Literary Type: Spoken Word Poem

Voice: Netherlands

Pairing: NethCan

*In which I continuously write poetry*

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Sometimes,

when I looks at my hands,

I think of you.

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Strange isn't it?

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It's like I know when I look to them it is as if I know you'll hold them,

As we walk,

Down the street,

In the parks,

In the fields before we lay down in the grass under a maple tree.

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I know it's odd,

I now I'm odd,

With my cold and brooding stature,

With your warm smile and ease,

My demeanor… melts.

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I would kiss you now,

But I can't,

To reach for you across the waters,

To stretch as if it would help to bring you close to me,

But it falters and I feel myself falling into the water.

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I feel I could drown,

Again,

Like before,

But not now,

Not with you.

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How peculiar it is that one thing can be another thing.

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Did you know that the multicoloured tulips that are grown here,

Are caused by a parasite?

I know,

It's odd,

But in the end it's beautiful,

Like you.

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And like that parasited flower I am reminded of you,

Though of course to be thought of from a parasite sounds odd and distressing,

Just remember,

Oh just please remember,

From that flower, that parasite gives it even more beauty,

Like your soul does to you.

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Yes,

I know,

It's odd.