Lengthy colourful spikes
Masculine broad shoulders
Well-deep eyes
Their attitude couldnt be bolder.
She could admire them for hours
And they responded with intense stares
Utter perfection,what were their powers?
And why couldnt they stop still glares?
Earth, wind, water, fire, light, teleportation, frost, thunder, healing, flight, time, telekinesis.
Soon enough, she moved on,
Ignoring the figures
But they were so distracting,
Like a room full of mirrors.
Enough was tolerated,
Sheets of paper were pushed aside
A little bit of searching
And she helped herself to the perfect figures, now moving.
And out of nowhere in the room of idolatory, entered an upset mother.
"Enough music and videos!
Get that damn poster off!
Always cooped up in your room!
Dont you feel lonely at all?"
But what could she do?
All she felt was love.
So she sunk into their perfect thoughts
And the edge of her bed.
