He took her by the hand
comforted with sweet song.
She did not understand.
She was mistaken all along.
She fell for his words,
his ideas and passion,
expressed with so much substance
not just the current fashion.
Her dreams became clouded
with overwhelming awe.
She couldn't stop thinking of him
and this he even saw.
He pushed her back, but kindly
so that she may still walk tall.
Yet, she was torn
and silently let her tears fall.
Days passed, quietly, in pain
But she could stay away no longer.
She needed him, in any way,
And determined to be stronger.
She finally went to him,
her eyes filmed over, hiding what's within,
and made a pact of friendship
vowing, in silence, not to speak her love for him.
The words flowed through
with all laughter and cheers,
but her thoughts, her cries
will never again reach his ears.
Author notes
"And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak"
My username is Tawariell.
A contest entry
- Miserable At Best by poetrytoopeneyes.
600 points, ended May 26, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique and give suggestions, please.
Comments
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Hi! Thankyou for completing your entry!
Glad I gave you this quote! The story was very touching... and really went into explaining the quote beyond what I would have normally expected.
Great write!
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