watercolor thoughts [completed]

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A U T H O R ' S  N O T E 

|| this is a poem I had to write for school some months back. it's an ode, an ode to my best friend. and it's probably the first of my poems that actually rhyme. :) ENJOY! ||

Ode to My Best Friend

Girl of rebirth and hazel-green eyes,

That mask you've morphed must suffocate,

You've worn yourself thin but set is not fate.

Girl of rebirth and hazel-green eyes,

I tell you, you're more than you believe,

For there are stars in your eyes and galaxies you can't conceive,

Lying underneath your skin, waiting to be seen.

Girl of revival and cinnamon-brown hair,

Must you hunch your back, never let down your mane?

Because I see thousands of soldiers, never in pain.

Girl of revival and cinnamon-brown hair,

I tell you, you can be more than you believe.

Nebulas lie in your bloodstream and supernovas you can't dream,

But you're fading away, mask bound too tight, never to be seen.

Girl of resurrection and freckled cheeks,

You are a martyr of our century's princess,

Surviving the massacres of fragile life's mess

(but no, perhaps you've died, you're but a ghost.)

Girl of resurrection and freckled cheeks,

Perhaps you can rise from the ashes and from your grave,

For I see things in you, hidden, lost, like your name,

Be reborn, rise from your misgivings, yourself you will save.

Girl of rebirth and hazel-green eyes,

Girl of revival and cinnamon-brown hair,

Girl of resurrection and freckled cheeks,

The stars have aligned and yourself you will save.