My first attempt at poetry in years. This is really just me getting my musings about my dream girlfriend out of my head and onto something tangible for the whole world to see.
Dream Girl
Most of the time I like being alone,
Living in my own little world.
Never was that guy who needed an army of friends.
Two or three is just fine.
Yet sometimes when I’m feeling down,
When my spirits hang low over the ground,
I think about you.
I know it’s cliché to say,
But you’ve got that hourglass figure.
You may be slender,
But your curves are gentle.
Your skin is a moonless midnight,
But it shines brighter than the sun.
Your eyes twinkle like onyx gems.
To look into them steals my attention.
What could please me more than
Wrapping my arms around your warm torso,
Stroking your woolly raven crown,
Or being stunned by your kiss?
Maybe it’s your voice,
Which the nightingale envies.
Every word you say massages my temper
And brings the sun out on a cloudy day.
I don’t believe in gods or souls,
But if they were real,
Jesus would covet your inner diamond.
You know how to make this peasant feel like an emperor.
You never miss a word I give you.
And even when the hurricane comes,
You are the cave that shelters me.
If only you could be my queen.
If only we could rule a home together.
We would always watch over each other
And when our final time comes,
Our ashes would mingle.
If only you were real.
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