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Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Mon, 06/06/2011 - 17:13

 

She's drowning her tears trying to breathe

But suffocating because she can't find any air

She falls down an abyss, hoping to never return to the surface

All because of a broken heart.

A boy came into view, a boy who held all her dreams

Swept her away when she fell in love with his candy-sweet words

He declared ardent love for her and he said he'd never leave her.

He said he fell in love with the way she looked at him.

But how could he not fall in love with her?

Her eyes were like the moon made into sapphire

Her hands like wings that when they were held would carry you away

Her smile breaking through the deepest mask

Her laughter breaking the darkness like the dawn

Her voice like the song of the chorus of angels when one returns home

Her hair swept across the golden ground as she lay watching the sky

The stars fall into her bewitching eyes

The clouds carry her away

They are her only escape from

The dagger that her love stabbed into her heart

He loves her, though he chases for the model

The magazine face, the girl who every boy lusts after

He loves her, doesn't he? Since he wrote those long, sweet

Love letters that drown in tears with her, he must love her.

He says he does but he has a deeper love--himself.

He has a reputation to uphold, populars to honor

He has games he needs to keep playing in order to keep himself alive

She lies there, motionless, lifeless

Trying to find any life left within her

She tries singing her favorite song but

It only reminds her of him

He used to sing---

"If I had one day to live, I'd spend it all with you."

She knew that he had changed

But it felt like he had died

And a monster that was trying to kill her

Took his place and ripped her heart into pieces.

There she lies, she remembers dreaming

Of walking down the aisle to him

And saying "I do."

She thought he'd say it back but

He'd never return it

Because he's not in love with her anymore

She feels like she's dying

All she can do is cry

As she waits to cry in heaven

On Jesus’ shoulders

She marks herself with scars

Showing her pain thinking maybe

Someone else cares

Jesus is reaching his arms out

Waiting for her to fall in

But she can't see it yet

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Let me be the first to say, Welcome to Apricot Pie! :) This is such a neat site and I'm sure it'll soon feel like home! Haha! 

This poem was incredibly sad, descriptive, and overall just good. It was well-written and thoughtful. I felt like I was the girl, and then the guy when you wrote from his point-of-view. It was really good! Please keep it up and post more soon! 

Once again, welcome! 

~HomeschoolGirl :))

sad, definately, but well-written

Formerly Kestrel

That poor woman! I do love the note of hope at the end, though.

Also, welcome to ApricotPie, and I love your profile picture! There are a lot of Whovians on this site now. Me, Emily Grace, Kestrel, Tamerah, Heather, Micheala, Bridget... :)

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief