it’s winter again. you’re falling in love, you never knew it happened like this. it’s like a cliché, your arms around her. you can feel her heart beat softly. wisely and slow. why does yours beat so much harder?
snow falls on her hair and face, and her cheeks are flushed. you lie together in the park and watch the winter passing, the people passing. she’s never looked more beautiful. ‘merry christmas.’ and ‘i love you.’ though you’ll see her tomorrow, it makes goodbye that much harder.
she’s a puzzle, but you love a challenge. she’s tough, but it’s worth it. she’s loud, but you’re louder. she’s naive, but you’re a cynic. she’s impossible, but it makes you try harder.
there’s a brilliance about her, a luminescence in her eyes. but you know one day the radiance will die. ‘then i’ll go out in style. let go.’ without her, it’d be harder.
she’s your Juliet, being around her is a natural high, of blurring lines and blurring vision. surges of passion and rapture, and the hammer of her heart in your ears. then you come crashing down, ‘cause every time she leaves, you fall harder.
suddenly she’s gone with spring. you knew it couldn’t last, you knew one day she’d dance away. you knew your heart would break, but it’s healed now, and it’s stronger, harder.
you thought you could do this. autumn says, ‘don’t think of her,’ hopeless advice. you’re helpless. she is your thoughts. you dreamed of her all summer, it’s what made life all the harder.
the next autumn comes and she arrives with it, standing your doorstep. just a smile, nothing but a sad smile, that says, ‘you and i are past our dancing days. hey Romeo, here i am.’ but your heart’s harder.
through apologies and pleading, you don’t sway. you want to hurt her, turn her away. the light dies, she leaves, but she’s your martyr. the knot in your stomach is harder.
when you can’t take it anymore, you call her. apologies tremble on your lips, but she won’t hear you, she won’t pick up. leave a message, but you’ll work harder.
she’s the only one. she’s your Juliet, and you shouldn’t have been the one to take her radiance away. ‘where are you, Juliet? it’s time to start again.’ you look hard, but luck is harder.
it’s winter again, snow is falling. people are falling in love, you’re falling again. alone. ‘merry christmas.’ back at the park, with a book in your hand, your eyes searching, searching for her. you look harder.
then she appears, in her uncanny way. she stands like she knew you’d be there. something in her eyes says she’s there for the same reason you are. you thought it’d be harder.
the falling snow is a blank canvas for apologies, for new beginnings, for new love. you walk towards her, wisely and slow. you reach out and touch her cheek as regret tumbles from your lips. the guilt is gone, you’re starting over. the snow makes all the lines soft, but her lips are softer.
Unbelievable! This is u'r first poem! You are a natural. This poem is amazing! One of the best ones i've ever read. I wanna write a lot about this but your work speaks for itself. It flows without a flaw, it is deeply touching, its simply awesome. I lik it too :)
THIS IS AMAZING. I've read it all, I love all the transitions, the whole story. It is long (and I hate long poems) but this is EXCEPTIONAL. Simply...AMAZING. Although every stanza that ends with "harder" fit awkwardly in context, but it still works--doesn't distract too much. Honestly made me go "aww." (which I really hope you'd submit into my contest, the one that says "make me go "awww"" or to that effect. I love it. Honestly. AMAAAAAAAAAZING JOB!
Looking forward to reading more of ur writings!
Unbelievable! This is u'r first poem! You are a natural. This poem is amazing! One of the best ones i've ever read. I wanna write a lot about this but your work speaks for itself. It flows without a flaw, it is deeply touching, its simply awesome. I lik it too :)
Hello, my name is William and I'm a write-aholic.
My first poem ever was written in January 2009, so I'm still pretty rough. Nothing is perfect, but I'm addicted to writing, and I do enjoy doing it.. more..