happiness

happiness

A Poem by speakingcolors
"

this started out as one of my 4 liners, but i couldn't leave it at that.

"

one day,

someone will come along

with a secret in their hand.

they will ask you to pick,

either left or right.

you'll scratch your head,

wondering why someone would offer.

you'll look at them

and a smile will come across their face.

"a gift" they'll say

without making a sound.

you'll reach out

but stop,

your hand hanging above their's.

you'll be hesitant.

you'll be excited.

finally, you'll choose,

either left or right,

and you'll move your hand.

but you'll stop once again,

unsure,

undecided,

and without realizing it,

you'll quickly choose the other hand.

the someone will smile again.

they'll turn open their hand

revealing a small torn piece of paper,

folded once in half

twice.

you'll look up to their eyes

just to make sure it's really yours.

silence.

another smile.

you'll pick it up

with the slowest of eagerness,

filling with anticipation.

they'll turn and walk away

without a sound.

you'll never see them again.

looking down at your gift,

you'll fold it open in half

twice,

and a smile will come across your face.

© 2009 speakingcolors


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excellent. this kind of reminds me of something i would want to happen to me. haha. or something i would want to do for someone else. brilliant!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

um.. i dont know what to say about this. its very. interesting, well composed, although i think a bit of rhyming might make it even better.. btu thats just an opinion, from someone who sucks at poetry.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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speakingcolors
speakingcolors

somewhere outside looking in, PA



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poet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..

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