unspoken

unspoken

A Poem by Esther Lynn
"

teenage rant.

"
I want you to know how often I think
about the words I missed and words I
wish I could take back,
The little things I could have done
and the other things I shouldn't have.
//
The time you said hello and I looked away
or the time I screamed in your face that
it didn't matter to me.
But the ironic thing is, it meant
the world
to me.
//
I often think of what could have been 
in comparison to what is and I smile a
little bit because it wasn't meant to be,
truly... it wasn't. But those few years I believed
that it was destiny. I was naive. You were
oblivious.
//
I want you to know that you're my rock.
That sanity to my mad ways. The one
who keeps me flying but also keeps me 
grounded. You're the balancing factor in 
this strange, unbalanced life of mine.
//
I need you to know that i'll never scream
at you or stop talking to you again.
We're past that childish nonsense.
We are bonded for life. 
And maybe one day I'll be a bridesmaid
in your wedding or maybe you'll be
my first born's godfather.
//
You're forever my partner in crime. 

© 2014 Esther Lynn


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This was a really sweet message, and very relatable! :)
Sometimes the bond that we have with someone can be so powerful, that we hope that we will be together forever even if it isn't romantic relations.... accurately portrayed in your poem!
Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Esther Lynn

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking time to read this! I appreciate your review tremendously :)

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Added on March 5, 2014
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Esther Lynn
Esther Lynn

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Just a curious soul with a heart for writing and adventure. Heavily inspired by the Beat Generation. I aspire to be a modern day, female version of Sal Paradise. more..

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A Poem by Esther Lynn