Roscoe

Roscoe

A Poem by Shanny Rowanhill
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Surprise, i wrote a romantic poem! Omg. What the f**k have i become?

"

Can you see the stars, my Roscoe?
Do you remember you had a guitar
We played and sang along
It was long ago, Rosco
e
We were only children
way too young to die
I could hear the sounds of guns and war around us and
how they made me cry

They weren't far away now, Roscoe
Seemed like the bombs were right behind us
and would find us at any time
I was so afraid, Roscoe
But you took my hand and smiled
and stars were shining in your eyes
We were singin our love songs all the night
until the sunrise

It was a special night, Roscoe
Our love grew stronger every minute
and we knew it wouldn't end
In the firelight, Roscoe
I saw a tear on your cheek
you told me never go away
Though you knew that all my life
just right bu your side I would stay

Can you see the stars, my Roscoe?
It's strange to think it is the same stars
that were shining on us once
How bright they shone, Roscoe
Over the trees above our heads they were smiling to us then
Oh i would do just anything
to see them smile to us like that again

Then they dropped a bomb, Roscoe
It separated us and i don't know if you survived
I've missed you so, Roscoe
Though the war ended many years ago
I still can hear it all
Your heart-breaking scream that filled my head
it made me fall


I found the guitar, Roscoe
It was broken, in pieces
still there it was in the mud
But you were gone, Roscoe
So was my life, in a heartbeat
and I fell right down on my knees
My trembling hands clenching the clay
and in my hair the coldest breeze


Wish you could see the stars, my Roscoe
Wish you could remember when we sat here, singing songs
to the sound of your guitar

© 2013 Shanny Rowanhill


Author's Note

Shanny Rowanhill
Yup. Weird for coming from someone who finds romance pathetic, but meh.
Hope you like it anyway.

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It's amazing how when something you think is not your style of writing or you find pathetic could turn out to be so brilliant. This is how I felt when I read this, its like i'm not a real romantic guy because I don't date a lot but if I did and a girl made me watch this really romantic flick with her and i'm all reluctant at first but through watching the whole thing I'm hooked and I'm emotional by the end of it, not knowing what to say, how to act, speechless on how beautiful love can be, believing now than more ever so that it exists? Yeah that's basically what this poem did to me, Well written, was draw in and hooked to every word. Great job.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on August 20, 2009
Last Updated on August 4, 2013
Tags: love, war, death, memories, romance

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Shanny Rowanhill
Shanny Rowanhill

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