Sitting in a sheltered home
There in her bedroom, all alone
Was a girl, only 17 years old
She was drawing once again
As she always does at 10:00
She doesn’t have many friends,
Except for the ones in her head.
While she does have friends to:
And friends to:
There isn’t a friend that can really be
An actual friend for the girl, 17
While she means no harm, to her friends around her
they just don’t provide any feeling for her to gasp onto
As she feels ill in their company
And can’t seem to bind onto their energy
She sighs in melancholy:
How long must I feel lonely?
Her pencil starts moving, and the feeling starts sinking
A picture in her head, is what she is trying to create
Her hand moves quicker, and time’s presence becomes slimmer
A boy is what she makes, as she illustrates her talent sketched
She pictures her creation with determination,
as she puts pen to paper just like that
Her heart doesn’t feed off her isolation, but instead her manifestation
Of her fantasy she wants to be a reality.
As she begins to color him in, her heart flutters with ecstasy
A happiness, only she can plunder
Once she finished, she lays lights and shadows on this man.
Taking a step back, she holds her breath
She is amazed at what she made,
as her heart flutters like butterflies in spring.
She saves her work and walks outside,
Feeling pretty satisfied in stride.
As she walks around the block, she stops by a shop.
A beautiful bouquet shop with flowers
covering every corner as high to shelf tops.
She stares at a flower for a while, before noticing a fellow
When she realizes, she stops and stares
Upon the conclusion, that the fellow right there
Was the one she drew that day
Her cheeks were as rosy as those on the shelves,
She tried her best to not look at him
As her heart was soaring
He smiles and waves, wondering,
If she wanted to buy the flower that she had been studying
To make a conversation short,
She made the request to purchase
As she went to pick it up, he did as well.
With hands making contact,
Her eyes fell onto the floor, not noticing his grin.
Before she left the door, he had told her to come more
And as she waved goodbye,
She looked at the flower she got
In the fall.