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fireflyramblings · 4 years
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Fun.
Fun, a word so foreign, something
you thought you knew but never
really got to experience it or genuinely
enjoy yourself in
its midst.
Are you
Going to continue like that?
Or will you be one day,
Proud of yourself,
That you finally chose
What you genuinely can really think
It was the right choice.
To be happy
And live within regrets.
But the memories were still made?
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fireflyramblings · 5 years
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And her superboy.
[Marijon]
Special thanks to @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay for the help as beta <333
There was a boy she tried to enquire,
Her hearts' song ever so dire.
They would say she was a liar,
But you can't hide desire.
Everyone once dreamt to be a princess,
But then gave that thought a rest.
But after she confessed,
they progressed.
You see, the yearning for the other,
Was not unrequited.
The fiery ardour for one another,
Was only then ignited.
She was swept off her feet,
Her sentence incomplete.
In that moment, it was semisweet,
And everything else felt obsolete.
This was their love story,
He called her his Helen of Troy,
In his folly,
Revealing he was the superboy.
So this was their story,
The girl filled with joy,
In all its glory,
And her, Superboy.
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fireflyramblings · 5 years
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He brings her tea, she brings him croissants.
[ Timari ]
Thank you @the-navistar-carol for the prompt!
The first time we met,
I wasn't in my right mind.
But it wasn't something i regret,
It was something fate designed.
You were the bakers' daughter,
And you gave me croissants,
When my head was in the gutter,
So i gave you a faint smile in response.
I tried to return the favour,
In full fervour.
You hence relented,
"Get me tea", you grunted.
So, we acquainted.
From that we grew,
A unique brew.
A friendship that blossomed,
Which i felt was kinda awesome.
And then you found out i was the son of a multimillionaire,
Running away, in need of air.
"We can't be friends", you stated,
"Why?" I cried, devastated.
You said you were a nobody,
To that i had to disagree.
You were my budding rose,
A complete juxtapose.
To my achings,
You wanted to express your heart-felt feelings.
To another dude.
Blinking, i said, "go for what you think is good".
You ended up being distraught,
When You caught,
His face full of snide.
So, You cried,
Calling to me,
Left with your heart's debris.
It started with hugs,
Which felt like drugs.
You said that with me, you felt safe,
Intoxicating me further, to my grave.
We were like,
The coffee bean and tea leaf.
So different,
Yet the same.
My fingers fumbled around the box,
As your finger twirled your locks.
I wanted you to be my end game,
And You said," what a shame."
Pulling out two rings of gold,
"Me too," you told.
Eyes sparkling oh so bold,
Tears streamed down uncontrolled.
And so we sealed off our pact.
But I still can't appreciate enough that,
We are timari,
And, You are my tiramisu.
A/N: It's been 3 years since i last wrote a poem, so i wanted to get back into it. It's a bit of a mess (understatement, really), and i admit, i wrote the ending scene and then worked my way to the start. It is,,odd.
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