For the most part,
I walk off the beaten path.
I've never remotely thought
that I'd meet someone like myself.
See, I never believed in fate anyway.
A " half ", they said.
She had fair hair with streaks
of cotton-candy pink.
Pale skin like snow in December.
Diffident but kind & gentle.
" Who'd ever give him the
time of day ? ", she says but
her actions show otherwise.
We argue like we've
known each other forever.
She says our lives are a lot like
Romeo & Juliet.
I disagree but I admit,
we were similar in many ways.
She hates it when girls get too close.
She loves it when I notice
new things about her.
She's foul-mouthed, and explodes
for no apparent reason, and it seems like her only motive is to constantly taunt me, but she says " I hate you " with a smile on her face.
I said I didn't believe in
fate,
but those blue eyes are
eternal.