Personification
I’m not much of a poetry writer, but this prompt was something along the lines of using personification to describe something in a poem. This poem is different in the sense that it has no need to rhyme, but personally I am superficial to the point where I only enjoy rhyming poems.
Love, my foolish friend.
The tricks you play on me are tiring,
when will they end?
Your aura is welcoming and sweet.
You’re so very mischievous
I never know where we may meet.
Your grasp on my heart is strong.
I’m in the palm of your hand.
And something in your eyes drags me along.
I’m captured by your way.
Sometimes I want to quit
But you always make me play.
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