This is the second part of Blue Ribbon Beauty that was supposed to be published but is being delayed because circumstances that are out of my hand. Therefore, I am posting it here for you assessment.
I hope you enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed the first part of this two-part short story.
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She would see him everyday at the same coffee shop
It is why, that I would like to understand
Always alone
Sometimes with your friends
Sometimes just your phone
But I am afraid to give it away that it is you, I like
Listening in to everything you say and do
Wishing you would crack up a joke of yours
Or just do the cute things you would do
Smile
Perhaps even a gesture
Bad luck is just his life
Can't really call it that – it's just a matter of pressure
The growing pains of time
With your great eyes and smiling face
It seems like a nice gesture from fate
To put us here in this position, this place
This is the story of my heart, uneventful, yet, true
I am always thinking of you
Why is it, your heart, my soul falls to?
Why do I feel like I need to talk to you?
Why is it, this way, we are neighbors to the moon?
A few nights
A few years apart they catch each other's eye
They think of the years and why
Why ever think about it for another moment
Why they put themselves in that long tunnel
Why they came out of it as if nothing had happened
Now that what was past is past
Would they take that chance?
Would they finally understand?
It's not that I don't want to
I would love to sit and have a chat with you
But in front of people – I can't – and that's the truth
Than it is to find them and not be to have a conversation with them
Did you know that I try to listen to the wind that blows on the trees wishing it would whisper your name?
Did you know that everytime I see you, my heart misses a beat?
Did you know that when you leave the coffee shop, I would wish for more chances for us to meet?
Slip from depression into life
Share impossible feelings before you're told that you've wasted your time
Thoughts roam and rhyme
That it is your smile I daydream about when I stare away?
Feelings within, hurt
When the reason behind it, is so close, yet so far away
She tries not to look back
To see him cry silently
Where he would retreat to the dark
I wish I could
Make you understand
That this situation at hand
Is the reason behind our falling
Our hearts calling
Senses, for some time, frozen
The probability of us ever getting together, is through
Even if I wanted to
Even if you asked me to
There's nothing, about it, that I can do
The darkness, the cold – that overwhelms us, to win
Can I at least keep the hope of us to meet for our hearts to intertwine?
Now staring at a glass window
Won't you say yes for me?
He moved over to her and gave her a tissue
I don't know what I would do without you
3 comments:
Still Ali, isn't it the love that could never be that brings out the greatest poems, and sonnets?
Sometimes depression is our muse and a broken heart can sing the most painfully beautiful tunes.
Shaykhspeara Sha'ira:
I don't understand. Do you mean to say that you were hopeful for this story to end in tears?
:oS
Thanks, Ella!
You would probably find the first half of it in the February 2006 category in the sidebar on the right.
:o)
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