Answer:
Skye had just opened the door to her friend ,Damian's, apartment. "Hey" Damian's cheerful voice called out from the couch. "Bro you've got to listen to this poem I wrote it sounds so sophisticated I scared myself" Skye said laughing sitting on the couch next to him. Damian smirked, "Okay let me hear it". Skye took a breath and began to read.
"I imagine a love that gives me the propensity to be myself,
Where I'll have no need to fabricate a personality she might like,
My words would be stringent in making her fall for me more,
Meticulous smiles that brighten up her day,
Yet, also perfunctory because she needs to know I'm not faking it,
Because to force so many smiles is preposterous,
One day my nonchalant look will be redirected by a nice girl,
It's imminent I'm sure"
Skye breathed and looked at her friend. Damian stared at her a moment before laughing. "WHA!! WHAT?" Skye asked embarrassed. "That doesn't sound like you at all" Damian cried laughing harder. Skye pouted but quickly began to laugh herself.
