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Our story isn't a poem,
nor a novel to be written.
We can not rewrite the chapters,
we can not rewrite our story.
Only if I could,
I'd write a happy ending.
saffronne Feb 22
She drew happy faces all over my arms.
She drew smiley faces over my scars.
She showed me with ink and blue marks,
the answer is a pen, not a blade to make art.
based on what happened today.
this really did make me happy,
I love you, hannah **
Wynter Oct 2018
Confusion in life is normal.
Everyone has experienced the maw
Of life devouring our senses.
The beat and rhythm of fantasy
May come bittersweet in the end
Or may not come at all,
But what's important is to enjoy
Every aspect of life from
The spectrum of one's own death
To the graceful and yet elusive
Happy ending.
My poems here are not updated. Real life caught up. But everything is on my tumblr (darthkeso) and instagram (cheesuscheesus).
Hestia Aug 2018
That time. That time when I felt in…
What, how could be happen to me? Not now, not now please!
I can’t see anything else just… somebody is going to help me?
It hurts but when I see that smile and those eyes I fell like a big block of antarctic ice slowly melting down for
the first time.
Is this…?
Please let not this happen to me. I can’t do it.
I’m scared. Of what? Don’t know.
It’s just my dreamly childly romantic way to see things.
I believed to all those tails and I’m too scared of the chance of a never happy ending
Can i still believe in a happy ending story?
That someday my prince will come
And save me from a cruel reality
Altough i'm not pretty
Also don't have money

Can i still believe in fairytale?
That someday my wish come true
After all the mess i have
i will have my own castle
With my beloved inside
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
Things between us have changed.
Pretending only presents the underlying problem.
We spend our time in seperate rooms.
The television on two seperate channels.
Still unable to find what we're looking for.
Demanding peace unwilling to press for change.
The thing's we said we'd never do.
Complete faith that we'd never walk pass each other.
So much as a single word.
Strangers in wait that it will get better.
If it isn't you, I can't go on.
Good or bad.
Being forced to pretend that everything is alright.
Another show airs.
Demanding attention else where.
I am trying,
But can't keep flipping past the infomercials without being tempted.
Searching for a happy ending
Michael Jan 2018
Wish for your eyes to see indeed
breathlessly wishing deep inside
your love needs you ,she needs you around here longer.
but you are already half dead and the other half in a coma

doctor says it could last a day, maybe two
or even a decade.
i still need you, without you love
life essense is spiceless
i need a re-incarnation!

faith is the remaining gut
left when all hopes are excercised.
one more redemption, the only chance to life again!
i desire for you life again, not so much to seek a second chance.

for you this cup kindly pass over,
Christ also resisted with an agonizing plea at calvary
one more prayer need answered
in this heavens today
darkness!!!! we lost him
pim pim pim pim and steadily the beeps rise

the heart rate monitor regains a steady pulse
its a re-incarnation!
breath taking deep inside, i recount
God answers prayers one moment in time sometime
when we so badly make the call.
Inspired by the movie: one moment in time.
Julie Smith Jul 2017
Red shoes walking on dust
Heels 4 inch high
Crossing the street in the full moon light
Clicking on the metal of the great steel bridge
Long red nails scratching marks into her sweaty palms
The smell of a rainy night mixing with perfume
Bleu de Chanel
Stolen from him a lifetime ago
Like the cigarette between her lips
Choked by a raindrop
Flicked to the ground
A last blaze of ember
A thing to remember
Her bare legs walking on
Passing the red light
Four more minutes to go
Adjusting her dress
Sneaking in a back street
Stay out of sight
The grey clouds a good cover
Dimming the blonde of her hair
Shivering fingers grabbing her leather jacket tighter
Almost there
The black iron gate is closed
Her nails clacking on her phone's screen
The only noise in this dusky world
Telling him
I'm here
But will he be?
Heart beating as the gate opens
Stairway to Heaven
Highway to ****
Down to Paradise City
Trying to keep the silence
While taking the stairs impatiently
White walls, unstained
It's not a sin anymore

He opens the door
Dark eyes lighting up
She smiles
The world drops from her shoulders
Falling into his arms after a year
So close
His dark hair the only thing she sees
The city church bell rings three times
The dark room brightening up
Two souls connected
He brushes a strand of gold from her lips
I missed you so much
A kiss and she says it
I love you
He asks

She can't hold back the tears
Deliriously happy
She answers
As you said
How I imagine it...
Julie Smith Jun 2017
Hear the clocks ticking, from dusk till night
The time is running, will it be on my side?
When the clock strikes nine I will be just fine
Because this is the time that you will be mine

Set a date, darling, and don't go astray
'cause if you do you will get lost underway
Counting the hours I can't run away
Afraid to miss you I am forced to stay

Time goes too slow when you are not there
The sun goes up and I keep wondering where
You are, you will be, and where you were
I turn, and I smile when I see you're right there
Afraid to miss You
Arpan Rathod May 2017
You are
the only reason
these poems have
Unhappy Endings.
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