I rhyme when I'm stuck

She sat absolutely still
Gazing at the drying blood on her nail.
The pen she used had a smooth tip,
She plucked her, let out a wail.

Her face, when she didn't try
Rested almost always in a frown.
Her eyes, half closed, indifferent
A shade of couldn't care less brown.

enveloped in despair,
Or was it boredom?
She could never really tell
She called it 'Entering the gah kingdom'.

She ,its supreme ruler
Apathy, her wand's swift swish.
Shoveling about in the murky moods,
Unable to quite distinguish.

And so she continued to sit still
The blood had now almost dried.
The pen continued to write,
Ink was all it required.
Ink was all it required.
Lucky pen.

Miss Dew

Miss Dew was a tiny fairy
She was a fairy, simply because
Nothing else that hovers around people comes to mind.
Except maybe a fly,
She could be a fly too.

She had a fairly simple job.
Step1: Hover around people,
People who were talking to other people
and rest on their shoulder.
When she did, they would feel a tug
In their stomach, an ache in their chest;
Uneasiness on the whole.

Step 2: She had to now rest on their heads.
This was crucial,
For them to realize
The reason for their unease
It was longing, pure and simple,
A strong urge to convey

 Four simple words to the person they were talking to,
Four simple words,
I have missed you.
Sometimes, Miss Dew was too lazy
And she skipped step 2
So she caused uneasiness
And left them with no clue.

They missed the opportunity
To tell people how much they meant,
how much their presence mattered,
Unresolved unease was all they were left with
No room to even repent.

So the next time you feel disturbed
When you're talking to someone,
Reach out to your shoulder
You'll find Miss Dew, hold her
Put her on top of your head.

Put her there, you'll realize
Put her there, before it's too late
Put her there and reach out to people,
Put her there, show them you care.