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One of a very few poems that are actually true, just warped to rhyme.

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My first love I did not know of, Until the day that I glanced upon her hazel eyes and relished her smile, For a while. She spoke to me in a sweet tone of voice, as she crouched beneath the shade Of a palm tree---"Why do you say random things?" And I stupidly reply, "Who, me?" "Yes, you!" said she. I answered once more with a mischeivous grin, "I enjoy my Own creativity, thank you very much." And she giggled at me. Two days later as we ate our afternoon lunch beneath the same shady tree, the bell Did toll, and she shouted after me, "Wait! What's your name?"  I look over my left Shoulder and answer with glee, "Name's Tyson, miss!" "Tyson, Tyson," muttered she behind me. That day did pass and another the same way, when on a Wednesday, I think it was, She caught up with me and said, "Say, can I have your number?" I replied with Uncertainty, "Umm, sure." So out I said that the first number was three, and Continued on from there. Once again the bell did toll, so I gathered my belongings and went on my way. "I'll call you someday. Tonight, maybe." I just shrugged and said, "We'll see." It was a pleasant time thereafter, I called her, she called me, and we ended up seeing Twilight at the movies on a Sunday: my mom, this girl and me. We snuggled together as We watched the love story Unfold, but had to leave early to see a play in a church about the true meaning of Christmas. With mirth, we went galantly on our way. The next day brought forth dismay and confusion, after I found out this girl I spent Nearly fifty bucks on dumped me without explanation. Just a simple "We're through" I didn't know why, but it damn well broke me up inside. A month passed by before she apologized and explained why her leave was so sudden. I forgave her, but my heart was still bitten with lies and distrust. We still text on the Phones at night while I'm alone in bed, muttering my misfortunes that swirled through My head with such ferocity that it scares me. Now I not whether or not I'll find true love again.

Reviews

[Sasha]

First of all, welcome to Writers Cafe.
As far as this piece goes, I love that you were bold enough to aim for prose. I have one prose poem but the concept still scares and confuses me a bit. I also appreciated the rhyme you had going. The language you used was pretty interesting. It went from being southern gentleman to old english-y which I found a bit odd. I couldn't decide if it was cute or pretentious while I was reading and still can't, apparently. There were a few technical errors - nothing awful. But the last line was a problem. Overall, it was pretty good.

[Gandré]

Such a wonderful story.. I loved the way you wrote this. So innocent and so fragile. Well done and well written, creative and captivating read, original poetry about something we all have experienced... Thanks for the pleasure and sharing.