So as I was looking through this stuff yesterday, and going through boughts of feeling crazy, then boughts of feeling depressed, then staring at my organic book asking myself what the hell the answers were...I found this lovely piece of poetry..not bad. Maybe compared to the others it wasn't crappy, and I was surprised to see it cuz I hadn't remembered writing it. Okay here it is:
my knight in rusty armor
my knight in rusty armor
comes to save me
he carries not a sword
but a heart
his arms will help heal the wounds from within
as they cocoon my body with human compassion
he is not a poster from my bedroom wall
that i gaze with adequate false admiration confirming
my american teen syndrome
no, he is not an unworthy object of infatuation
but if you behold the power to appreciate the most beautiful of things
you will never forget this one true prince charming
he has given me the most precious jewel of all
on the rarest of occasions;
it was an ordinary day
"it need not be my birthday to celebrate my existence";
was what he said
the jewel came wrapped in the color of his eyes
with the touch of his hand
it was something so priceless not even
the monarchs could afford it
but he still gave it to me
and said it was what I was worth to him
it
was:
his love
Okay I liked that, I'm gonna edit out the last three lines because they make me cringe. I changed it from true love to his love. I think I gave things away too much in poems back then...my writing style has changed severely and I think improved which is all good, so go me.
