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John 3d
I saw her again
In the same spot as always
Sitting across from me
As quirky and charming as ever
Talking about her days and dreams

But why is it can't I remember her face
Everything is like it was before
The place, the people, heck even the music
Everything......except for her face

How long has it been
Days, weeks, maybe an eternity
But why can't I remember her face
Why can't I remember her face
when she's right here

OH... ohh that's why.
How could I forget

This was the last time...
The last time I got to see her
We met up for coffee
She was so happy and excited

I wanted to go with her
But life had other plans
Who would have guessed
That would be the last day
I'd get to see her

I didn't want to let you go
I don't want to let you go

Oh right....that's how she looked
Beautiful but elegant
Just like a white rose

If only I knew I wouldn't have let you go
At least not alone.

PLEASE, please.....

Even if this is just a dream

Even if the is the last time I get to see her

Please, just let me stay here....

.....for a little while longer
This poem is based on 2 movies that that I recently watched which I loved the plots of both. I am a fan of sci-fi and a sucker for romance.  The movies were "next" and "source code". I highly recommend watching them.
Jul 29 · 33
Moments with the Sea
John Jul 29
I think about the sea fondly
It's beauty can only be compared
to it's vastness

Whether sun or moon
The light reflected from both
leaves me mesmerized

The further I go into the sea
The more I find out
of it depth

And the more I see its vastness
The more I realize that
I know so little about it

I want to know more about it
I want to explore it's inner sanctum
I want to see both the light and dark that reside within it

I think of the sea fondly
I know that the time I have with it is short
But every moment I have with it
feels as if time has stood still.
John Jul 23
What do you see
When you look at the mirror
Is it the pain and sorrow you have
Masked by a big smile and cheery attitude

Or is it your eyes that lost all life within them
And yet live on in delusion that
Things might get better

Is it your arms that have lost their strength
But have to carry your burden
That is filled with suffering and regret

Or is it your legs that can't walk anymore
But still run in an attempt
To get away from your mistakes

In the end, what do you see
When you look at the mirror
Is it the fact that the mirror is shattered
And is reflecting a broken version of yourself

Or is it the fact that
Even if the mirror was fixed
It would never fix...

The part of you that is already broken

— The End —