stop...

A Poem by Charlottesellars

its hard to get over people

Stop…

Stop.. stop

Stop. Stop. Stop it

They laid there watching the stars dance in the sky.

She looked over to him “Today is a lovely night”,

He look at her nodded with a wide smile and even in the dark it still gleamed bright.

That smile was enough, words weren’t needed in their relationship as a reply

The grass they were sitting on was a bit moist,

But their joint love of this place kept them to keep this problem unvoiced.

This was the place that his hand first touched her thigh.

From there, they shared a love of only highs.

Stop…

Stop.. stop

Stop. Stop. Stop it

Some would call it an unexpected love

Stop…

Stop.. stop

Stop. Stop. Stop it

But a love as strong as theirs was as rare as a black dove

They fought and argued daily, just there was an elastic band between the two that always lead them back to each other.

They knew if they left one in another it would end in an eternal suffer.

At the young age of 21 they were married.

And their love from day one never varied.

She had come from a far wealthier family and after the engagement

They shut her off and told her she was on her own.

But as long as he had him, her other half, she would never be forlorn.

Everyday she waited for him to return from work.

He may not have been paid a lot,

But it wasn’t like they needed gold on their knive and fork.

One day she received a phone call, “your husband has been sh….”.

Stop…

Stop.. stop

Stop. Stop. Stop it.

Rocking back and forwards, those words were incessant in her mind.

He may be gone,

but today is not the day she put him behind.

© 2019 Charlottesellars

Author's Note

I'm only 16

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NATO KRYVAVRY

This somehow gives the combined feels of a song called "Night Changes" by One Direction, and "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman. That says a lot because they're hits in their own right - they convey well.

Even only as a matter of preference, you can add more prelude to such lines as
"One day she received a phone call, “your husband has been sh….”" By that I mean to have the plot twist congeal more firmly into the story; although the "Stop..." parts seems working towards that too.

Nevertheless your narrative prowess in this is as impressive as it is raw and frank. Cheers!