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| Willard | |
| By peeano1 | ||||||
| 13 November 2006 | ||||||
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I'm not so sure on this poem..... “Willard”, I cried. His name was like no other. I remember how he always reminded me of a willow tree. Some days, we would discuss that someday he would become of one. Then, he would shrug and said, “Let it be” and we talked of it no more. I never realized how much to this day that I would love my Willard. It was strange to say that he would ever enter into me. From his dangly legs to his glassy eyes This Willard was not meant to be Then one day he came up to me Smiling in his charming crooked smile He gazed into my eyes “Annalisa”, he whispered “Will you come with me?” Teasingly I hit his shoulder “Now why would you want me to come with you?” “Because I have something to show you”, he responded. Curiously, I followed and then he spun around And held my shoulders firm as steel Streaks of sunlight paled on his face He looked more godlike than ever Bowing his head down, his lips found mine and kissed me We stood to the edge of time and then he let go Walking to the turn of sunlight and turning what I never thought to be But a willow
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