GertietheGremlin

The Monster is massive

with fangs and with claws

all lacquered and sharpened 

sticking out from its jaws

The Monster is ghoulish

with deep, sunken eyes

it speaks whispers of wicked

If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child. 

i know you've noticed.

the change in your eyes, 

like they used to be bluer.

i know you've noticed

that something's missing from the sky, 

like it's gone grayer.

i know you long for me,

her hands are chapped and raw from anxiously 

peeling away her skin

so she goes through every fidget she can find

and wears them down until they break.

her lips and nose are red and cracked

you used to love the snow and ice

the dark and stormy winter nights

December's magic festive glow

now seems many years ago.

you crave the warmth of summer's kiss

let sunlight bring you back to bliss

I'll find you in the golden hour

I see your eyes in the trees

when the world, for an hour, is rimmed with glow

I'll look for you in the leaves.

I'll find you in the pink hour