I knew she had to do it,
when she spread her wings and took off,
when she polished her halo and soared;
off into the sky, where theres so much more to see,
so much more she could be, so much more then just plain old me.
She's wandered off into her oasis,
where all the flowers are perfect,
and all the blades of grass stand tall,
and the water dances, and never falls.
She fits in there like her own fulfilling puzzle,
like this oasis puposely acted the opposite of me so that she'd approve.
I couldn't blame her when she took that running start,
not knowing we would grow so far apart,
it's not her fault she didn't realize,
that she mistook the pain in my eyes,
for some sort of unfaithful despise.
It wasn't in her hands to catch me when i fell,
wasn't in her nature to wipe away my tears,
hold me near,
whisper in my ear,
fight away my fears.
Now i only cry in regret.
Regret that my water doesn't dance,
that my flowers weren't pretty enough,
or that my god damn blades of grass didn't stand up straight.
I find myself still working up to her level,
knowing its too late,
too late for one last hug,
for one last good bye,
for one last comforting smile.
I want to pull the sky down to the ground, keep the bar nice and low,
in hopes that she'll know that i'm trying my best.
But there's no point anymore,
no hope to hold,
no strength to soak in,
for i got that all from her.
But she flew far away from me,
and i knew she had to do it,
when she spread her wings,
and took off from my world.
Nish, this is perfect, and moves the heart in ways that only a brilliant, natural poet could bring to light,
as such your words connect the reader to the actions and to the cause, the sentimental gleam
the messege possesses has the motive of being timeless and I personally feel that anyone who reads this
artfully crafted ode to grief will be left with a lasting impression of your awsome talent
at being able to bring the moment to life. Loved it, keep it up
Nish, this is perfect, and moves the heart in ways that only a brilliant, natural poet could bring to light,
as such your words connect the reader to the actions and to the cause, the sentimental gleam
the messege possesses has the motive of being timeless and I personally feel that anyone who reads this
artfully crafted ode to grief will be left with a lasting impression of your awsome talent
at being able to bring the moment to life. Loved it, keep it up
Dont ever apologize for writing. THis is one heartbreaking, sad poem....It's beautiful and heartwrenching at the same time. May you be together some day, once more.
Aw, wow! Very impressive piece you've composed here! Very heartfelt and emotional. Yea, it IS sad to lose someone that u like or love. You hit it on the head here. Awesome job, and hope things turn out ok and stuff. Great work!
B.A.
Posted 15 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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I feel this deserves an update..seeing as i'm no longer 16 ;)
Well, of course i still love writing poetry, I'm actually in a poetry class right now! It's dandy..
I like the color red, alot.
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