Making things usually left his desk a little cluttered, and he loved to make stuff
Everything started within reach, but by the end, some of creative debris was in the other room
Someday he would learn to put everything back in its place when he was done with it
Still, he thought of his whole experience in terms of his need to be creative, not that the output was a chaotic…
Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe
Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it
And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore
Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug
Damn that hurt. It just wasn’t the same.
Suns spun in their gravitational dance around the galaxy
Planets pulled around and around each of those hot balls of nuclear fire
How amazing it was that the cosmic dance continued since time eternal
Every clear night she looked up at the dancers above
Reveling in the opportunity to study the performance
Embracing the challenge of cyphering out the music
She loved astrophysics
Perhaps he was a vampire
As that would explain his white, almost translucent complexion
Loved the sun, but always had to be covered from head to toe
Even moonlight seemed to burn
Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her
Letting her go never entered his mind. He wanted to be with her at all times
Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her
Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches. Love was hard.
What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky
Only she knew she could never get an accurate number
Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty
Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time
Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice
Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore
Perhaps he should just conform to the pirates’ code
And just wear the basic black
That would make things so much easier
Considering how much he loved to stand out, though
He put back on the rhinestone studded one, even though it hurt because it looked fabulous!
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye
Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door
Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway
Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work
There she punched the time clock and began her shift
In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes
Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different
Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it
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Luscious red color coated hers
It made them look so kissable
Pursing them together, she burst into giggles
She loved the feel of a fresh application of gloss
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