There’s a blessing to your eyes
With a dainty face, the opposite of shy
The wispy flyaways, long lashes
Flutter just so slightly,
Graceful like a Knightley
In an Oscar nominated film
She wouldn’t watch.
The peace on her face, the expression lacking
Everything, it’s so easy to fall for her-
You should, it’s a treat to see
A sleep-struck friend. My sleep-struck friend.
Olive blanket, pale glow of fair skin
Speckled with red pimples, but you’ll still love her
Closed eyes that you instinctively know are pretty,
Thick hair scattered over an olive pillow.
Awake, it’s a whole new scenario.
You still want to be her friend though,
it’s still a treat to behold a pretty face and figure,
This time, the face is rife with irritation
And amusement and teasing glints
As she tries not at all to be cool
Authenticity suits her, just like her clothes
Custom made and perfectly fitted
The colours complementing her personality,
Equally vivid and mesmerizing
Carried effortlessly.
You want to be her friend- she’s a perfect catch
Moody and lazy and pretty and kind
Caring, funny, manipulative, short fused
It’s a joy to behold her, a tall task to keep her
But you’re gonna wanna try.
As hard as she can test your nerves
As hard as her games hit you
As hard as your elation can fall,
It’s an improvement to not knowing her
It’s a privilege to know her
It’s worth taking all those pictures,
Not being in any one,
It’s a far cry from misery, it’s worth a picture credit
At least.
And her company.
But when you see her pretty, blank face
Sleeping soundly, the pride lost
You will wonder what changes
When the delicate eyes flutter open.
(Almost fiction, inspired by the truly unique CP. 🙂 )
