Tunes That Decline

A teenage love, a broken heart.

Time fluttered as birds flew, ashes knew
that something would change, shift to fit someones pain.
You noticed me standing there, never said anything. Noticed me but still remained silent as you decided my fate, unable to speak your mind, time told me tales of your past... breathed experiences of my last, scent of you. Everything you... but not forever, one day you'll leave me, decieve me in your own hate of a painted day, for that other girl who was led astray.

Tuesday, Thursday, Friday...
I waited and you fell, for her. All over again
as you told me it wouldnt ever last "we've changed too much, its just in the past"

Wednesday, Sunday, Monday...
the days were the same, just rearranged to fit your existence and my love, for you. Hated and enveyed by a note and the things i used to do.

Grey hazy days of new. Just like those times, we'd sit there, and stay there, and be there.
 We never changed anything to fit a selfish mind, we liked to think we were apart from people, no matter how kind, for our life was Divine.
When you were here
When 'you' were here.

Reviews

[Pencrafter]

Your poem describes the swirl of emotions and mixed up thinking which afflicts teenagers. As we grow to maturity we try to understand how bonds of friendship are woven; and we don't know why some people show a lack of respect for us and act in dishonorable ways. Part of our own personality development is finding the boundaries of our obligations and tolerance for fools. Your poem gives us something to think about. Please be kind to those with small monitors and poor eyesight and maybe use a little larger font. Thanks for you poem.

[Octob3r Star]

Your words in this writing are just amazing. The rhythm and flow are felt, though are completely unnoticeable. Perfect.