NaPoWriMo #15 - Carrying a tune

Ok... I think I should be upfront about this: I can't carry a tune to save my life. In other words, this cannot go well.

Their skin fit beautifully

It impacted her strikingly,

how their skin fit wonderfully.

She stared fretfully

thinking hers fit awfully.

Her eyes simply couldn't see

that her skin fit-- it was meant to be.

She'd fill out like a sapling tree

if only she would let it be.

NaPoWriMo #14.1 - You want me to write a what?

Okay, this is my first attempt. I will probably come back and attempt to write another later today, but I'm not sure I'm going to have time, so I'll post this for now.

Their skin

Her skin was too tight.
It constrained her,
squeezing so hard it burned.
Pointing her into the future
like a straight jacket.

His skin was too loose.
He swam through it
lost and confused
trying to find his heart
in the endless void.

Their skin fit beautifully.

He leant her some of his spare skin,

and, unwittingly, his heart.

He freed her from her straight jacket.

She found his heart and filled the abyss.

Together, their skin was beautiful.