Cinderella and Prince Something

The minute finger was echoing in her dark hope

Reminding her she was one of them at the bus stop

The ride of her life time assured of no return

Shivering in the arms of pain under her blanket

At fourteen, terminated and to be erased

 

She closed her eyes, counted her departing dreams

Every girl was usually rescued by her knight

Her mom found her dad and her sister, a boyfriend

She guessed her knight must’ve gotten lazy to armor up

At fourteen, she had never kissed a boy

 

She heard a mild, nervous yet a beautiful voice

She didn’t open her eyes for she knew it was a trance

With dashing hopes she hoped it was her chance

To be rescued and for once feel an embrace of a boy

At fourteenth count she opened her eyes to a beauty

 

He was sixteen with blue eyes that outstood his bland skin

With a frozen smile he told her she was beautiful

Strangest word from a stranger yet familiar from the family

 I see Horoscope lied when it said cancers can’t love each other

At fourteen, she finally felt she belonged to this world

 

She became a Cinderella and he was prince something

He took her to two dates and a masquerade party

While others were clothed as monsters and princesses

They went as two leukemia patients with no deceit

At sixteen minutes to midnight she finally had her first kiss

 

After her first kiss she never heard again from him

She got angry when she thought she wasn’t cute in bald

Or maybe her lips had a savor of blood she had puked

Or maybe it was midnight and she outgrew her shoes

At fourteen, she had sixteen minutes of love

 

An ocean once serene turned to a sad song

The only tune she knew ended before her first dance

Others hated life while to them life was a riddle

It was something in his smile that gave her strength

It was his smile that made her live fourteen minutes longer

 

Her silence bled regrets of joy she robbed her family

She was worried of watching them troubled by her

So she asked for one last sunset to kiss her goodbye

So she asked for one last sunset to kiss her welcome

Fourteen and sixteen dead but with beating hearts

 

Four minutes away still your tongues reading this

Three minutes away she smiled hopelessly

Two minutes away she hugged her family

A minute away she hugged her prince’s absence  

No minute away she found him waiting for her

 

He said to me, “You leave while we wait.”

She said to me, “You live while we fade.”

©g!o.inked

Author's Note

This was somehow to be a story but I decided to have it as a poem...because there's a certain feeling that I wanted to capture and I guess I do that well with poems. So I guess the storyline is transparent and I don't need to explain it...two teenagers suffering from leukemia and in the last minute love...."enjoy"

Reviews

[spiritwind]

In the midst of reading this poem, I thought how much I wished it were a short story! I see your point about capturing its elusive mystic quality better perhaps in poetry form... why not do both? I don't think I shall forget these two star-crossed lovers.

[James William Dyer]

This was interesting. Nice work

[Sabrina]

This is incredibly powerful brings forth such a strong image for me it's very close to my heart as one of my best friends suffers from leukaemia and I know that the little things in life become very important so this has been really lovely to lead

[G!o]

Really sorry about your friend Sabrina...pass my regards and thank you for the review

[rnuff]

Such a powerful read and so well written. I enjoyed this

[G!o]

Thank you shorty...i'm pleased that you enjoyed it...

[Balkaran Sidhu]

read it second tym today..........these kind of poems are everlasting

[G!o]

Lol thanks...i want them to be...

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

Wow, incredibly powerfull. I love the allusion in the lines. Very beautifull.

[G!o]

Thank you ROMETSI...means a lot...

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

:) your welcome.

[Hester Vane]

So so poignant! You have still managed to keep the story element of this piece even though it is a poem. Excellent as always Gio.

[G!o]

Thanks Hester...actually i've been thinking of writing the story version of it now...

[RaspberryBullets]

Gorgeous. So lovely.

[G!o]

Thank you bullets...

[KAOlmsted]

Tragic, yet lovely...the illness was an interesting twist...I think because of this, it didn't seem trite...it added depth and volume to the work. Not just another teenager whining about some boy who kissed her and abandoned her...this was a truly emotional story about a girl whose first kiss was, literally, her last, and that the boy didn't abandon her because he is...well...a boy...but because he was sick and, I'm assuming, died. And then...so did she. Not exactly a Cinderella story *laugh* but exceptionally well-written, and I am pleased to have read it.

[G!o]

yeah sadly enough the boy died the following day after the kiss-night...thank you so much for the generous review...and i'm glad you enjoyed it....