This is a poem i wrote with Huddy as the main focous behind it.It's from Cuddy's POV.sorry if its confusing in any way.& on that note pls read and review/comment it.:)critism is welcome just dont be too harsh.i do like this poem:)
Circus Hearts
It’s all just “Show and Tell”.
It’s all just for pretend.
It’s never for real.
I play and replay this origami in my head lying in my bead.
But since I fail the vlinder of black and blue flutters away. As it does, it glances at you.
You’re playing type rope with my heartstrings. Not so secretly I hope u fall.
You’ll leave the net bent, having to close up the Big Tent.
It’ll be taken down and sent to another town.
But just before u fall the firefly catches u sending u softly down into a field of lilies
It’s a passionate wonderment that amazes the audience and us as well.
We stand there stunned, gazing into the other one’s eyes.
But soon a mysterious storm wolk appears and lingers over our carnival.
All the fireflies die.
u wake up in a cold sweat and scream.
Your face is as pale as cream.
“Will this nightmare dream ever have a happy end?” u wonder aloud.
Shooing away the wolk ,laying his head on his hoofdkussen, kussen again.
u rest nervously as a willow, until this trend ends.
Circus Hearts
It’s all just “Show and Tell”.
It’s all just for pretend.
It’s never for real.
I play and replay this origami in my head lying in my bead.
But since I fail the vlinder of black and blue flutters away. As it does, it glances at you.
You’re playing type rope with my heartstrings. Not so secretly I hope u fall.
You’ll leave the net bent, having to close up the Big Tent.
It’ll be taken down and sent to another town.
But just before u fall the firefly catches u sending u softly down into a field of lilies
It’s a passionate wonderment that amazes the audience and us as well.
We stand there stunned, gazing into the other one’s eyes.
But soon a mysterious storm wolk appears and lingers over our carnival.
All the fireflies die.
u wake up in a cold sweat and scream.
Your face is as pale as cream.
“Will this nightmare dream ever have a happy end?” u wonder aloud.
Shooing away the wolk ,laying his head on his hoofdkussen, kussen again.
u rest nervously as a willow, until this trend ends.