There was time I didn't know
who you were and when I saw you in the park,
I asked.
You looked surprised,
as If I should know who you were,
then you looked relieved.
The names Jasper.
Like the one that loved Alice,
or the ghost?
You couldn't help chuckle
and it looked sinfully delectable.
Neither, mercury.
And I was too distracted by your blindingly white teeth
that I forgot to ask an important question,
how did you know my name?
YOU ARE READING
Jasper
PoetryNo one understood him. No one knew where he came from. No one knew what he was like or who he was. No one knew why he did the the things he did. But everyone knows who he is. To put it simply, he's Jasper. [story told in verse]
