Yes the wind tosseled his hair,
Yes the sun reflected his personality,
Yes the water reflected his movements.
But what I loathe most about him;
His black cape.
He spinned it around,
showing all the school children it's fancies!
He stood, his face proud,
his smile smug.
He flashed a glance in my direction,
warm as in..if to say...
I know him too well.
I must stay away.
For the pain that lurks in my soul...
never will falter.
You see this boy,
This boy in his black cape,
He used to be my friend.
When all the children lughed at us,
we laughed at them.
When all the children snuffed their noses at us,
we snuffed right back at them.
Withought his joy,
his smile,
his laugh,
and his love,
I am..once again..
Vulnerable.
A special thanks to 'Katie Nohey' for her inspiting poem, 'the lost sea shell'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem