This is a poem i wrote with Huddy as the main focous behind it.It's from Cuddy's POV.sorry if its confusing in any way.& on that note pls read and review/comment it.:)critism is welcome just dont be too harsh.i do like this poem:)
Circus Hearts
It’s all just “Show and Tell”.
It’s all just for pretend.
It’s never for real.
I play and replay this origami in my head lying in my bead.
But since I fail the mariposa of black and blue flutters away. As it does, it glances at you.
You’re playing type rope with my heartstrings. Not so secretly I hope tu fall.
You’ll leave the net bent, having to close up the Big Tent.
It’ll be taken down and sent to another town.
But just before tu fall the firefly catches tu sending tu softly down into a field of lilies
It’s a passionate wonderment that amazes the audience and us as well.
We stand there stunned, gazing into the other one’s eyes.
But soon a mysterious storm nube appears and lingers over our carnival.
All the fireflies die.
tu wake up in a cold sweat and scream.
Your face is as pale as cream.
“Will this nightmare dream ever have a happy end?” tu wonder aloud.
Shooing away the nube ,laying his head on his almohada again.
tu rest nervously as a willow, until this trend ends.
Circus Hearts
It’s all just “Show and Tell”.
It’s all just for pretend.
It’s never for real.
I play and replay this origami in my head lying in my bead.
But since I fail the mariposa of black and blue flutters away. As it does, it glances at you.
You’re playing type rope with my heartstrings. Not so secretly I hope tu fall.
You’ll leave the net bent, having to close up the Big Tent.
It’ll be taken down and sent to another town.
But just before tu fall the firefly catches tu sending tu softly down into a field of lilies
It’s a passionate wonderment that amazes the audience and us as well.
We stand there stunned, gazing into the other one’s eyes.
But soon a mysterious storm nube appears and lingers over our carnival.
All the fireflies die.
tu wake up in a cold sweat and scream.
Your face is as pale as cream.
“Will this nightmare dream ever have a happy end?” tu wonder aloud.
Shooing away the nube ,laying his head on his almohada again.
tu rest nervously as a willow, until this trend ends.
When does amor become something we need, rather than something we want? amor was seen as something special a long time ago. Now amor is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. amor is common currency when tu are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older tu get. Do we not care about the substance of what amor was and not what it has been made into today por commercialisation from American cine and televisión commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience amor for real, can we comentario and judge others who are in Love. amor means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of amor is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? amor is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.