Bright-Eyed FriendA Poem by Samuel PriceCasting her light across the world Laughing and telling secrets into the dark of the night. Spending time with each other as much as possible. The days began to fade away with your smile. You began to keep your secrets to yourself. Going to bed early and without me. What happened to my bright-eyed friend? What happened to the one who could make me smile and laugh? Sweet sweet friend, you're beginning to turn sour,’ I don’t know what to say, don't know what to say to save you. Nights now are spent with you crying to me late in the night. Tears of betrayal, tears of hurt. I wish I could wipe away all your pain. You tell me you’re sad, you tell me you don’t know why. Let me tell you my friend, it’s okay to cry It’s okay to be sad. Just know that you are loved by everyone around. There are many people you haven't met yet, so many new opportunities you won’t see if you keep your head down. Turn your head up, love and see how the stars shine in the distance. What happen to my bright-eyed friend? The one with the dreams of the future? Smart and successful, you shined so bright. Your light is beginning to fade, I’m afraid it’ll go out. I don’t know how to get that light back, I don’t know how to get you back. My nights are spent alone now. No one to laugh and tell my secrets too. No one to tell me it’ll be alright. I tried so hard to make you happy, to get your light back. In the end it was all up to you. You were the one who had to make your light shine, to get the sourness out. You were too far away for any of us to save you. Floating away on your boat of despair. You crashed with an iceberg made of sadness. And like the titanic, something great sunk, and the only thing that remains is stories, and recovered parts of you. What happened to my friend, my bright-eyed friend. She turned herself off, and her eyes grew so dim that I could not recognise them. A shadow of herself is what was left before she went away. A shadow of my bright eyed friend. Lost in the darkness that’s life. © 2015 Samuel Price |
StatsAuthorSamuel PriceMEAboutI`m 16 years old and a Sophmore in high school. Writing is one of my many passions. Poetry is my strong point right now, but I'm trying to venture out into short stories. Don't mind my spelling errors.. more..Writing
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