A dark, wispy being
That flutters from here to there.
Captures moments full of memory,
In paper for one to stare.

He uses his wispy hands,
And snatches these moments.
Whether as small as a grain of sand,
Or as huge as the wide lands.

He’s obsessed with them,
These moments.
For him, they’re like gems.
If not collected, they’ll be lost in the torrent
And forever be slipping past his hem.

These moments have power,
That only he understands
The strong ones bellow louder,
When held in his hands.
The small ones are like powder.
Alone, they cannot stand.

If you made some with him,
These moments, I mean.
Then beware: he’ll trim and skim
Then put them on paper to be seen.

My legs feel numb,
And I feel dumb,
Standing here in this field,
Having to deal
With all these feels.

With their swift feet
And agile feats,
Who couldn’t possibly smell defeat?

I try and try,
But wonder why.
Am I not good enough?
Am I not as tough?

In defeat,
I watch their incredible deeds,
Like their beautiful leaps
And graceful twists.

I watched them for a while;
Oh, what style!
The way they caught it—
A perfect fit!

Then one of them noticed me.
It was a boy, you see.
He smiled at me—
Oh, what a sight to see!

He invited me along,
And before I thought for too long,
He tossed me the disk,
And I caught it between my fists—
Oh wow, it fits!

I tossed the disk into the air
To God knows where,
But he caught it in midair,
And now my mind sounds like a fair.

I did it!
I did it!
I did it!
I actually did it!

I pumped a fist into the air,
And of course, I added a little bit of flair.
I prepared my stance,
Ready to dance this metaphorical dance
And do my very best
With a little bit more zest.

I guess I learned a thing or two—
I should never, ever put people on a stool
And think I'm so bad
That everyone who walks by would gag.

Instead, I should have fun,
Under this warm sun,
With the breeze blowing by,
And my team by my side,
Who make me feel good inside.

Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

Eyes sparkling,
Oh, what a darling.
Yet a mystery,
With such a history.

He’s playful,
He’s charming.
A knight for all the darlings.

Yet sweet,
And kind!
And knows what's on your mind.

A leader,
When needed.
Facing challenges with his calm.

A master with swords,
And a wielder of words.
A master of both worlds.

Knows how to make me smile
Laugh,
And feel loved.

A knight in shining armour,
For me to call my own.

We all needed that person,
Who'd hold our hand,
Or gave us a hug,
When things start to worsen.

Or they'd assure you,
And tell you,
That everything will eventually be ok.

But unfortunately,
Not all of us have the luxury,
Of people like that in our lives.

So here we are,
Learning to stand alone,
Lightening the weight we carry.

Smiling wide,
Talking polite.
Standing tall,
In the ball.

His eyes drift,
And the world shifts.
His eyes got caught,
By the princess's train of thought.
                                            
                                                            The princess caught him peeking,
                                                                ­     Her dazzling eyes gleaming.
                                                       ­                          Looked away she did,
                                                            ­        Blushing as red as a little kid.

                                                           ­         She hoped he was a dreamer,
                                                        ­         For she wanted him to lead her
                                                             ­                          In her nightmares.
                                                              Ke­eping her safe from the stares.

Ukulele boy,
Holding his favourite toy,
Playing a merry tune
That might as well make me
S
      w
           o
                o
                      n
He plucks at the strings;
In reply, it sings,
Its voice echoing
                                across
                  ­                             the
                                                         stadium—

Muffled by the roaring cheers around him.

I laughed as you asked me if I and that guy are together.
I had to wipe the tears from my face when I said, "No, we're not together.
Never, ever in a million years.
We're only friends, not lovers."

You said we're a perfect pair,
Well, put that thought back into your hair,
'Cause the both of us are just friends.
We're not gonna follow the trends,
And suddenly be each other's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.

I know I sometimes call him cute
When I see his hair ******* and dressed in a suit,
But I mean it platonically,
Not romantically.
Plus, he likes another girl,
And I another guy.
That's why you'll never catch us together,
'Cause we don't like each other.
Well, not in 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 way.

You still think we'll end up together,
Like those romance novels you read since forever.
But I can assure you,
Those dreams will never come true.
We're just friends.
Why ever would we be lovers?

Soft, dark ringlets,
Scattered across your brow.
Your hands covered in trinkets
And holding a soft linen gown.

A crooked smile on your face
And deep dark eyes ablaze.
You, with the tie of lace,
The greatest thing to gaze.