We all have someone or even someones that influence us in life. Whether they influence us in our art, life choices, thoughts, or whatever else is purely circumstancial. Most artists and writers claim to have a muse, and in many cases our muses tends to be someone or something we love. For my Senior year in high school, the muse for this poem was a friend that I was infactuated with, I was head over heels for her and wanted to tell her my thoughts. The main reason I never did was she was straight and also out of my league. Plus she was about to go off to college when I wrote this. I debated showing her the poem, but never did. She went off to college and I went on with my life. She was a best friend before she was a crush, but shortly after she left I stopped hearing from her so I put this poem up with the rest of my works.
Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl she calls softly
As if she fears waking me from a dream
If she only knew!
She is my dreams.
How she can call me Pretty Girl
Astounds me to the fullest
Has she never glanced upon herself?
Not in mirrors, windows, or water?
Even the slightest reflection-
Even the most marred reflection!
Could show her gleaming beauty.
Aphrodite can only dream of competing.
Milky chocolate flows in long rivers
Down her face; contrasting with her
Seemingly luminous pale skin.
Smooth contours compliment her doe eyes.
Her gorgeous doe eyes, though innocent-
Tease me, applease me-even in dreams.
Simply gazing into her brown pools
Pleases me.
I'm not one to be religous
But even I have to thank the Gods
For gracing me with her.
This heavenly, otherworldly beauty.
In dreams her peaceful aura
Surrounds me, engulfs me
Her russet brown eyes
Search my evergreens for answers.
Answers I can not give in reality.
I can't tell her why.
Why I'm so kind, why I follow
Her every command, why I'm so happy.
I can't tell her she makes me vulnerable.
I'm completely me with her.
I can't tell her it's because I fell.
I fell for her and her heavenly beauty!
She may be out of reach-
But who am I to depreciate
Solely because she isn't mine to cherish?
Anything is to happen in dreams.
I'm doomed to heartbreak.
Either tell her my dreams and lose her
Or swallow the bitter truth
While she finds a worthy man?
I believe I'll take my chances
Heartbreak.
It's not new to me, but I will
Not lose her for an ugly truth.