Now I enter my pain.
A place for the echoing sound
Of life and laughter,
Like a distant muster of crows
Photographed and framed in flight
Frozen specks of ash across the light
Closed up and leather bound.
I must move or be found
Alone covered in dust.

I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read

But,

You are

perfect

to me.

ME: "Oh beloved bendy frog"
"I much prefer you, to a dog"
"So so green, and quaintly shy"
"I particularly like, your cute bow tie"

You never seem to cower
When you unite a bamboo cane, to a flower
You do it all, with such finesse
Your bulging eyes, so impress

I know not, if you're from Mars, or Venus
But you don't seem to have a gender
"Oh, my lovely contortionist"
"You would of fared better, as an extortionist"

You are so humble, and almost real
Like Kermit the frog, but more surreal
"I wonder if there is a pig in your life"
"Maybe you're now married, and she's your wife?"

FROG: "What is this strange poet, before my eyes?"
"Speaking about me, things i cannot deny"
"I am flexible, and a very good friend"
"And very easy going, and easy to bend"

Whilst i'm sat upon, my floating lily pad
And wonder at the spawn, i might of had
Perhaps all i need, is to leap up high
Shoot out my tongue, and catch a fly?

by Jemia