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Goodbye
November 21, 2014
The world as I see it
Seems like it is just you and me
I want all the pieces to fit
But is it really meant to be?
Are you the one?
Do you really love me?
Or is it a dream I have begun?
With my thoughts growing like a blossoming tree
The tears I have cried
Were all for you
And the laughter I have denied
Gave me a clue
You were not real
I made the idea of you
Hoping it would make me feel
Feel like I would fall through
With you there to catch me
But when I hit the ground
I know the truth scattered like debris
Goodbye sweet dreams to the one who has made me drown
© Jennae P., Kennewick, WA
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Favorite Quote:
“You do not write your life with words...You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls
“Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking."
I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening.
"I think the asking is whether we get back up again.”
― Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go