literature

Last One Chosen

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The last star wished upon;
             the cloud that never took form;
the last leaf that fell and blew away
                        in that breeze which finished the day.

Who watches the sunset with a sigh,
              looks upon a day which dies,
and cherishes each second
                    like each second was one that would last?

The girl who never smiled;
           the boy who couldn't strive;
a melted heart starved by loneliness;
                       whose only desire was to be whole.

Do you remember when we grew old,
              imaginative games and stories no longer told;
and it became silly to just pretend,
                           still cannot decide whether money is a foe or friend.

The tomorrow which never comes;
        the letter never sent;
the tear never wiped away by tenderness
                  to heal the void inside.

Who waits for falling stars to wish on,
                  patiently hopeful and not caring how long,
until the right one, shining brightly,
                           appears but disappears just as quickly.

The one who got away;
               the one who stole your heart but looked the other way;
the one you never noticed who stood
       right before you, hoping someday you could...

Do you know how to handle a fading soul,
      whose heart barely beats, and life stands still,
a fragile porcelain doll with a hidden smile
                         who says nothing but prays.

She's unheard;
             He's unseen;
And the world is turning,
         Spinning,
                              without me.

What happens to the one left behind,
            the star never wished on,
the one never held or seen,
                      what happens behind the scenes?

The broken tree which no longer grows;
            the flower which never blooms;
who counts on falling stars
                    to make all their wishes come true?

Who notices the unnoticeable,
            the ordinary, the same,
day in, day out, and day in again,
                             she's just a lonely girl
                                                                ...who doesn't understand.
and i'm just a girl...
sitting in the back row...

watching the world fly...
when she herself has broken wings.


>.>

yeah...
I'm just asking to be buried. -sighs-


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Venaeli's avatar
I love how there are so many little, semi-related observations here. How you have collected them all here is no small accomplishment. I tend to find myself gazing at things that others just ignore, much like the things in this poem. I love it.