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These Last Nine Days.
Posted 02-23-2009 at 05:58 PM by Wings of Fire
I was going to make such a big thing out of this
'Twas going to be in six parts, and long to take the piss But then I thought 'Hell, what's teh fucking point?' When this short poem I'm writing, my tale it shall anoint Had I a pretty damsel, Anna was her name Loved her fair and well did I, but Christ was I to blame For when meeting her every time I acted rather fast Because in my heart I deftly knew this passion could not last With trepidation I did see our together time grow sparse And so I tried to make it count by acting one great farce For three days out of twenty-one, the girl, you see, was mine So try did I to replace the loss with constant quality time I was clingy, I was pervy and maybe slightly greedy And oh how I failed to see that I was doing something seedy Young was she, and far too sweet for my great passion play And for my errors along this path, be sure I rued this day And as much as she tried to keep up with me by phoning every night I am certain that a couple of things I said gave her a fright Love her, professed I, I would to her dying day And taking this the wrong way can make blue skies turn gray Why my princess did not say stop, I have not a clue Why I couldn't see her pain for that I am a foo' As the tension built and built be sure I had no idea Of the harsh trauma from the devils track I could sense draw near Around the month of February I started to have my doubts Maybe I was finally hearing my soul's quiet shouts I wanted her to myself for one day to explain our situation Not knowing, did I, this plan was my damnation On Febuary the fourteenth, AKA St Valentines eve On the train she came to mine with several cards up my sleeve But Fate does deal a harsh card, and reality crashed down with a shout For on my phone was her father and our plan he had found out Take her away from me did they, I couldn't hear her cries Thought it might be weeks or months till again I saw her eyes Phoning me again her father said I coarsely broke his trust And try would he to break my lady and I's relations into dust For four days and four nights I was burned out to a crisp And I could only think of those lips I should of kissed But ringing me on Friday, her ma did say with glee 'Anna has decided that she wants to break up with he' Now sit I here with shattered dreams as I see before my eyes Through a good friend I have found that she wants to break all ties Heartbroken although I might be to accept such a harsh goodbye Nonetheless I do feel that for at least a friendship I can try Her parents will not let her speak to me until some time has passed When I hear her voice again then my hopes I will cast For deep down inside I will know I'll always love her And for her hearts content, I'll settle to act the brother On emotional angst her heart is now, fueled by her parents When after she calms down I shall hope for no more impairment Clearly to her I shall say I wish to be a friend And if the time is ever right then again my feelings shall extend Now this is a tale of love and loss, and yes, she was my first And my kin and loved ones tell me that this shall be the worst For hear me out now, not as a stalker, I implore I shall always love you, Anna-Marie, forevermore. I know that she still cares for me, but because of twisted words She thinks that I'll fail my course, that I'm doomed for only 3rds But what she doesn't know is I'm time-outing on my essays Not my tests, nothing serious and only for two days I want her to know that I'm sorry for all that I did wrong I want her to know my work is fine, somehow I'm getting along But most of all I just want again to see her smile It alone will do much good, to quench this bitter bile Melodramatic I might be, but take my words to heart You must always think through your feelings or else you'll break apart Nine days and eight nights I have spent wondering why Is true love quite so meaningless? Why does Heaven's voice lie? I would like to thank you, all that have given advice This weeks bad news will not keep me amongst the mice For I am stronger than I appear, with someday a heart as good as new I shall yet again be as brave, strong and idealistic as any Mary Sue. This poem is dedicated to my first love and loss, Anna-Marie Morgan. |
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