Ode To Leila

Ode To Leila

A Poem by Dark Tower

Ode To Leila



I sat down the other day

And tried to picture what my life would be like

If I'd never met you

Honestly couldn't picture a me that wasn't influenced by you

You took the shattered pieces of what I used to be

And built me up to be something different

And at the time I was too young to understand the significance

But you were more than a friend to me

You were the strength I needed

When I couldn't find my own

To shatter the walls

Of the boxes and pigeon holes

That they tried to stick me in


I still remember the day we first met

I was standing in the corner by myself just staring

At all these people around smiling and laughing

Too nervous to join in because I was shy and still trying to get my bearings

You came over

And I remember because you were wearing those ridiculous ear rings

Strangely shaped but oddly nice

You came over stood in front of me and just started laughing

Then you suddenly stop stick out your hand and tell me you're just breaking the ice

We both just cracked up

I told you my story

You told me yours

And since then we were inseparable

Our lives sucked

But at least when we were together it went from hell

To just barely terrible


Fast forward to another point time

When my dad said something that really hit me in the chest

I was so hurt

Called you and told you how bad I wanted to die

Was never an affectionate kid

But when you put your arms around me

I broke down and cried

That was the first of a thousand times

I swear to God Leila

If it wasn't for you

I'd already have died


You were my escape

When I was feeling caged

You were my hope

When I was afraid

Before you

For me love was an emotion always out of reach

My heart was stuck in a vault

That only you could breach

You were and still are the inspiration

That all my creativity is drawn from


You read all my stories and poems

Even when they were genuinely awful

Helped me grow

And nurtured my passion for writing


You understood me in a way

That nobody else ever took the time to

All my life

I was told that my dream were ridiculous

And that I should try harder to fit in

Conform their system

But you always saw my vision

And supported what I wanted

“B we're going to make you an author, and if they don't like to hell with their consequences”

Taught me how to shrug off doubters

And family prophets

Who saw nothing but darkness

In the path I have chosen

You held me together in moments when I could have broken


And you were the first woman I ever learn to love

You were my first love

My first kiss

My first date

My moment of intimacy

Was all with you

We were going to be together

And we both loved it


Fast forward

I'm at your funeral

Heart broken

Soul shattered

World obliterated

Felt like the scared little kid standing in the corner

Waiting for you to come and comfort me

I hear the drunk driver who snatched your life away

Got off free

Never in my life have I known a truer hate

Only reason I didn't kill him

Was for your sake

Because I know that's not what you want

If you were here

I know you tell me

To stop crying and to keep on going

With the dream we started

And that's exactly what I do

It's for you

That I wake up everyday and give more than just my all

I don't do it for family friends

Or any other meaningless nonsense

I do it for you

And the belief you always had in me.


B.C

© 2014 Dark Tower


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Thank you for sharing the story.
"That I wake up everyday and give more than just my all
I don't do it for family friends
Or any other meaningless nonsense
I do it for you
And the belief you always had in me."
The above lines are pure and honest words. A outstanding poem my friend.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago



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