Real Monsters

But some have found a kind dragon...

My dragons tend to be blonde boys 

Whose eyes are oceans, 

Waves I can get lost in.

Too often do I forget,

Dragons are deceitful,

It's easy to drown in the ocean.

Somehow, I always convince myself

That the dragons come to save me 

From the tower I've built around myself.

Too often do I forget

Dragons lie. 

I built that tower to protect myself.

The last dragon was talented.

So talented that I was surprised when he spat fire.

He did more than just lie, he tore me apart.

Too often do I forget

Dragons are monsters.

Monsters are meant to be slain, not loved.

Author's Note

Boys, Dragons, same thing, are they not?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Riley, you out-done yourself. This poem is amazing.
"The last dragon was talented.
So talented that I was surprised when he spat fire.
He did more than just lie, he tore me apart.
Too often do I forget
Dragons are monsters.
Monsters are meant to be slain, not loved."
The above lines. Perfect and true. I liked how you used real life and dragons.
Coyote

[Riley Justine]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed because this is definitely one of my favourite poems that I have written :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I did my friend and you are welcome.