The MURDERA Poem by Shannen TeopizIt was the 2nd
… yesterday It was our 2nd Second moon of our
love He and I Have been through so
much Within our two moons We hiked mountains so
high Swam seas so deep Memories I will so
lovingly keep I could even recall
that first night, when A dance he offered Under the stars,
among the crowd It wasn’t so
prepared, yes But it still is my
favorite dance We just swayed our
love There was no music,
no there wasn’t But I could feel my
heart beating fast That it became the
music of our night We did not converse And we had our eyes
to talk for us I could still feel
the enchantment of that night and so in our second
moon I wanted it to be
well-prepared And instead of
relaying my plan to him I kept it for myself
as a plan Of surprise At 4 pm of yesterday My feet took me to a
pastry shop Inside, my purse, I
dropped As I picked it up I saw from the corner
of my eye Familiar shoes walked
by I stood, I was right…
it ‘was’ him The man I loved most Approached a table Kissed a girl I most
certainly will call Awfully beautiful I got so damn furious Ready to start a war I walked towards them He laid his eyes on
me, and when I stood in front of
them He smiled and said, “Hey Sarah! Watcha
doin’ here?” I couldn’t move,
couldn’t say a thing I got jelly legs My eyes poured rain I ran home and cried, I cried… He hurt me That wasn’t even my
name Not Sarah, not Lily,
not Cherry… It’s Sandie He killed me. It was our 2nd Second moon of our
love He and I Have been through so
much Within our two moons We hiked mountains so
high Swam seas so deep Memories I will so
lovingly keep I could even recall
that first night, when A dance he offered Under the stars,
among the crowd It wasn’t so
prepared, yes But it still is my
favorite dance We just swayed our
love There was no music,
no there wasn’t But I could feel my
heart beating fast That it became the
music of our night We did not converse And we had our eyes
to talk for us I could still feel
the enchantment of that night and so in our second
moon I wanted it to be
well-prepared And instead of
relaying my plan to him I kept it for myself
as a plan Of surprise At 4 pm of yesterday My feet took me to a
pastry shop Inside, my purse, I
dropped As I picked it up I saw from the corner
of my eye Familiar shoes walked
by I stood, I was right…
it ‘was’ him The man I loved most Approached a table Kissed a girl I most
certainly will call Awfully beautiful I got so damn furious Ready to start a war I walked towards them He laid his eyes on
me, and when I stood in front of
them He smiled and said, “Hey Sarah! Watcha
doin’ here?” I couldn’t move,
couldn’t say a thing I got jelly legs My eyes poured rain I ran home and cried, I cried… He hurt me That wasn’t even my
name Not Sarah, not Lily,
not Cherry… It’s Sandie He killed me. It was our 2nd Second moon of our
love He and I Have been through so
much Within our two moons We hiked mountains so
high Swam seas so deep Memories I will so
lovingly keep I could even recall
that first night, when A dance he offered Under the stars,
among the crowd It wasn’t so
prepared, yes But it still is my
favorite dance We just swayed our
love There was no music,
no there wasn’t But I could feel my
heart beating fast That it became the
music of our night We did not converse And we had our eyes
to talk for us I could still feel
the enchantment of that night and so in our second
moon I wanted it to be
well-prepared And instead of
relaying my plan to him I kept it for myself
as a plan Of surprise At 4 pm of yesterday My feet took me to a
pastry shop Inside, my purse, I
dropped As I picked it up I saw from the corner
of my eye Familiar shoes walked
by I stood, I was right…
it ‘was’ him The man I loved most Approached a table Kissed a girl I most
certainly will call Awfully beautiful I got so damn furious Ready to start a war I walked towards them He laid his eyes on
me, and when I stood in front of
them He smiled and said, “Hey Sarah! Watcha
doin’ here?” I couldn’t move,
couldn’t say a thing I got jelly legs My eyes poured rain I ran home and cried, I cried… He hurt me That wasn’t even my
name Not Sarah, not Lily,
not Cherry… It’s Sandie He killed me. © 2016 Shannen Teopiz |
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Added on June 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 4, 2016 AuthorShannen TeopizCebu, 7, PhilippinesAboutHi. I am a poetry enthusiast. I hope you like my poem because i do think it's my only possession that's worth liking for. LONG LIVE POETRY! more..Writing
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