Peaches and Pairs

Here is a poem I wrote about a guy that hasn't given me cause to hope but somehow I can't stop. He brings out a creative side of myself I didn't know I had, one with structure. Working with syllables, homophones and rhyme really made me enjoy the challenge of creating within the lines.

Peaches and Pairs

Oh to be named he and I a pair

I would strip all my defenses bare

Even name him the jaws of the bear

All this to be the peach to his pear

There is a grand twinkle in his eye

To be the cause of I would nearly die

I knew once he spoke of my red dye

That there was something between him and I

I love his slight scruff and floppy hair

Even those black tights he seems to wear

That really shouldn't exist anywhere

In this race for him I’m not the hare

Nor lovely Ariel with a tail

I don’t go with his Eric clothes or sail

I’m not quite sure his heart is for sale

But I want to be the girl in his tale

I am here and he is way over there

How do I even get off this stair

Choose to open my mouth instead of stare

At the way they look and how all their

Happiness makes my very heart sore

My confidence is so very poor

With one wrong word tears would simply pour

And one smile my heart would take flight and soar

Though I am not the goddess of the air

He is a perfect prince a king’s true heir

March 25, 2015