100 Days With YouA Poem by paparapapaTrue story about my oh so sad love life or crush life(?), well not really sad :)). Anyway, the days are of course not true, just used it so that i can tell the story in chronological order.100 Days With You Day 1, I admit, I didn’t know you exist, My eyes never saw you, ‘twas crowded with mist. Set them on someone more beautiful than you, But now, I realize what I had wasn’t true. Day 10, the world gave us a chance to converse We both said I like you but what we felt was reverse. ‘I like you’ were words that we were told to act, But boy, I didn’t know it would end up a fact. Day 20, I started to watch you from afar, I finally noticed how special you are. Your smile, your frown, every face you make, Everything about you made my heart ache. Day 30, my heart swelled up with joy, For the world showed me its awesome ploy. Fate? I don’t know, but our names were called, We were told we’re a pair and I was enthralled. Day 40, I was oblivious, I really didn’t see, That I stood there studying and you were behind me. Until you scared me, holding something so gross, But all I could think of was how we were so close. Day 50, I thought would be like any other day, But you made it different in your own special way. Like a friend, you joked with me, and that made me
happy, You never fail to make me smile, even though I feel
crappy. Day 60, I felt my heart break into pieces, There was a rumor that made me say “oh feces.” There’s another girl and she’s one step ahead, But you still have a chance, one of my friends said. Day 70, everyone was in a festive mood, But I was the only one who wasn’t feeling good. A girl was beside you looking oh so pretty, And I can tell that she wasn’t the girl from day
sixty. Day 80, I couldn’t help but think of that girl, Was she your girlfriend? - oh! I want to hurl. But then great news came into my way, She was your sister " oh what a great day. Day 90, I’m confused, I don’t know what to do, Everything died down and my heart is feeling blue. No more happenings for me to get giddy, Maybe the world got tired of me already. Day 100, now I’m back to staring at you, Daydreaming about us, wishing it would come true. I keep saying to myself that this is just a simple
crush, But heck, a hundred days, and I’m still feeling the
rush. © 2011 paparapapaAuthor's Note
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