It was her, her the one I loved.
She was beautiful, a face that could never be forgotten.
A smile that could force the angriest of angry to compromise, the rose that never stopped blooming, the sun that never ceased to shine, the one I could always count on.
It was her, the one who had skills and talent, the one I looked up to, the one I admired in her works, the one that never stopped excelling, the one that always won.
She left me alone, on that cold dark night. She took off and left, and hasn’t come back. I miss her, oh how so quickly I miss her.
She grew tired of our ways, grew angry at our faces, took deep notice in our mistakes, saw our errors, she was better, she could not remain here with us, for even she saw how superior she was.
She fell for a man, one that changed her. One that took nothing but the good from her, and this she cannot see. If I hate her for a reason, it is because she is contradicting. For him, the one she loved, was the epitome of what she calls a joke. He has tricked her soul and got to her mind, without saying a word. That; she attached too most, that I know clearly. She ran off to see who did not want to see her, a far away country she remains there now. How did someone so together, break?
She spoke of her intelligence, and our belligerence. We could never understand her kind, is what she often said.
It is my fault, my fault indeed. I was there when she left and I lacked the senses to stop her.
Nonetheless, she left me here to pick up the pieces while she went parading around the world, and I was here. I was here listening to hard cries, a cry that my heart sympathizes with. I listened to cruel sound of fists being hit to chests while she wasn’t here. I watched my father cry the tears I have seen no human cry before while she wasn’t here. I watched people wish death upon themselves while she wasn’t here.
I have not seen a soul as cold as hers. She’ll claim to have reason for her actions, but logic she does lack. She’ll never see her error or her mistake, but I will never see her in the same light again. On that day, I hated her. And when she returns, and if she does, I’ll face here and ask her why. She left me, left us all, because she was superior.
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OurDaysofGrace: this was a great poem. it was sad, but i luved it. keep writing!! on November 06, 2009 10:40 PM
