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.















Comments
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~Sour notes make for sweet music~
this is lovely. and the fact that i have read it with joy three times proves that.
it just has so many layers. amazing.
dont be lonely
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Life can't get much better than this. Appreciate what you have while you have it.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Life can't get much better than this. Appreciate what you have while you have it.
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we can only see as far as the light shows, we never know what the end of the path holds, nor the twists and turns the path takes until we are upon them
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To say I'm a poet puts me in the company of versifiers, neon-tasters, fools, clods, and scoundrels masquerading as wise men.
-- Charles Bukowski
*Ex-po-zure
every word is breath-taking. (:
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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