A Poop * k8 * Emmalee's Villanelle By: Someone Iwin Howell hired to write this for him. Ahem. I wanted to write a poem about you,
But I didn’t know how to start.
Even now, I can’t describe the view...
With art, it’s important to begin with the blue
That your eyes collect in pools of dark.
I wanted to write a poem about you.
Still, something about them is so true,
I can see myself reflected in their arc,
And even now...I can’t describe the view.
Puddles of the miseries we’ve been through,
They glisten like a mirror into our heart.
Love, I wanted to write a poem about you,
But all I’ve talked about is your eyes’ dew
Planted on your face, the morning’s stark-
I...can’t even describe the view.
Emmalee, I’ve failed to write about you all the way through,
But you, yourself, are my art.
And I wanted to write a poem about you,
But even now, the beginning, I can’t describe the view.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |