Mmm mmm poetry

[jaebility]

I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. What Poetry Form Are You?

If I'm the moon then you're the sun
All done up in your gold and smiles
A man with a plan with a tan
So bronze that you make the metal jealous

If I'm the night then you're the day
All blue skies and honking car horns
With your sunglasses on from the day you were born
So cool that you make metal jealous

If I'm a girl then you're a god
Swing in your tree, feet flying up free
You sing and birds sing
So perfect that you make me jealous