A poem...lol you'd think I'd've stopped saying that by now. I got a pretty neat image, just popped right into my head, and I was too lazy to write a one-shot...so I wrote a poem instead (yes, and even that was a rhyme. -rolls eyes- no more poetry for me). From Robin's point of view, at least, in my mind...but it can really be whoever you want it to. This is extremely loose in comparison to Not Fine, but I just kinda let the poem dictate the format...and that made no sense. -sigh- Just read.
The
heavens viewed
With back
pressed
To the
Earth, hands
Tightly
linked, fingers
Fitting
comfortably together
Surely my
hand was
Made for
yours
Eyes fixed
on the sky
She
smiles, some unknown
Thought
brightening her pale
Face, some
irony quirking
Her sweet
lips
She has eyes only for
the stars
I have eyes only for
her
I feel so
much, yet
Speak not
a word
"Love"
whispers my
Heart,
"friend" says my
Betraying mouth
My
thoughts are my own
Sickening,
smothering burden
What would
you say
If those
thoughts were free?
What would
you do
If I did
what I
So
desperately want to?
Would the
kiss
Shock and
surprise
Your
innocent lips?
Would the
touch
Burden
you, so
Delicate
and pure?
Would you
reject
My
pleading eyes?
No
An angel
is
Incapable
of cruelty,
Blissfully
shielded from
Evils many
have come
To
consider common
And
natural
She would
not hurt me
But her
heart...
Her heart
would not
Be in that
kiss
Her
affection would not
Be in that
touch
Her
love...
No, her
love would not
Be in
those eyes
Not for me
She
speaks, breaking the
Thin web
of my thoughts,
Laughing
as she trusts in me
A small,
yet surprising, secret
She finds
herself in the stars
I
find the stars in her
