Author's Note: This poem was dated back 3/24/07 apparently the same day of my cousin's wedding. It's a narrative poem I wrote.
Once there was a girl,
who fell for a boy,
who smiled sweetly.
Once that girl followed her heart,
and smiled back at the smiling boy.
So many days the boy and girl would cross paths
and beamed at each other so,
when they passed each other
when they said "hello."
Once the girl met the boy.
She choked up, speechless.
And the boy he just smiled.
The girl was so mortified.
Then one day the boy stopped liking her,
let alone stopped smiling.
She missed the boy, but
he had already moved on.
She cried days on end
make-up smears, tissues covered everywhere.
And every time she would see him,
she would fall for him like before.
The boy who once smiled turned into blank, heartless stares.
She was heartbroken.
Days had gone by and the girl grew with alertness and shyness.
And when her feelings would resurface she would say:
'
'"Today might not be as good as I expect it,
but tomorrow I can start over.
Today might have given me sorrow,
but there will be joy and no somber morrows.
Though I have tears today,
tomorrow will be a better day.
Though he may have moved on,
surely I've moved on before he stopped.
So I'm through, he's gone, it's finished.'"
The girl waits and seeks her true love when she is ready.
As for the boy,
he will never know what he missed not being with the girl.
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Author's Note: I found an old song I wrote dated back 11/20/07. Hope you like it. It's a piano piece that I should turn into a guitar piece. You sit staring at the sky, a blank screen, a beautiful scenery, etc. Beside the fact of where you are and what you are about to do, you may find yourself suddenly thinking about other things, faraway from today's worries. You probably think what will happen from now to say five or ten years from now. If you have made the right choices, have done the right things, met the right people, or have followed the right dream or the right advice. Suddenly, I was thinking about my future, about life a couple years from now, ten years from now, it struck me because I know I would be a senior, my last and final year of teenage life. It is scary enough to know that once school is over, my life would start again, a new beginning, a new chapter to my life. And if I may be too young to think about these things, I oppose to that thought, I say it's about time. I somehow pictured next year, will hang out with my friends or will I hang out with Medicine, Anatomy, and Science in the library. Will I actually have fun this year with friends, go to dances (for once in my life and just well have fun)? Will I think about having a crush or a boyfriend (or forget it all together)? Will I over think things and be weary like I was this year? Will I become so busy I forget the important things that matter in the end? Will I become a good president for my music student body and as well representing the musical arts and then the school? Will I be ready for all this? Author's Note 1/6/2010: I didn't want to leave my family at the Philippines, I left more than a piece of me there. Memories of this makes me happy because I knew then that boy was someone I dearly love now. |
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