My Ninety

My Ninety

A Poem by Brett Forsythe
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B.A.C.H. <3

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I’ll always love her but she doesn’t know,

That this rock heart of mine she has melting like snow,

She’s more than a girl, she’s the one that I need,

When I close my eyes it’s her that I see,

As her gorgeous brown eyes stare into my soul,

I ask myself why I ever forced her to go,

"One more kiss to show that I care?"

She nods me a yes and continues to stare,

As I begin ninety, she slowly goes ten,

I start falling in love all over again,

The inches collapse between our lips,

It begins to feel like another first kiss,

They almost touch but a noise occurs,

Confused I awake to see it’s a bird,

Perched by my window, it sings for the day,

Head buried in hands, I know nothing’s the same,

I made a mistake now I’m here all alone,

And the only hand I can hold is my own,

In bed by myself I know I’m paying the price,

For hurting my girl, the love of my life,

The tears make to my cheeks till I wipe them away,

As I turn to her picture I hear myself say,

"Why can’t life just be perfect and be not what it seems,

because the best part of this life exists in my dreams."


© 2011 Brett Forsythe



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Well thank you :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love the last two lines. I believe that most people feel this way, but with this you express it so well. Also, the second line is simply lovely. A very nice simile I must say. Overall, I really love this poem. You are a wonderful writer.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Brett Forsythe
Brett Forsythe

Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada



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I'm Canadian born and raised. Most of my pieces of writing are going to be about heartbreak and/or family. I was born in 1991 and been through a few major life changing scenarios in my life and have c.. more..

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