Forever firefly.

Forever firefly.

A Poem by laura hope

Where have you gone?
In a flashback I remember you said you'd stay forever.
Even through the darkest weather, you said you would be here.
I climb, I break. I crawl into your empty words.

If only I could run away from what you think I have left.
I was forced to make a choice between something rare or something warm.
In the reflection in your eyes I never had the chance to see us form.
Looking back on it now, it all look so dull and pulled from life.
Colorless, grey scale haunting the texture of what we once held.
But I still remember.

I cry, I drift. I dream of what you once sold me.
A basket full of nothing but broken fears and past's dubry.
In my own reflection, I stare and wonder why.
What hands have pulled you from my sight?
Why must I hide beneath this sheet of cries.
But I'll still see you, when looking to the sky.
Follow me home, and bring me close to you.
Not something too complex or formed or shaped.
The simplest of words would do.

I scream, I fall. I curl out of the mold we made.
Its lining still fresh on my skin, but distant and unheard.
The checkered blanket on my bed, now where I choose now to rest my head.
Within each thread a word lingers through. Music's grown soft, and the beat dies on.
Seemingly hidden, forced out of a form so strong. Where are you now?
I'll feel your tone within every song, but you're too far to sing along this time.

I pull, I stand, I reach, out to your heart again.
But still I lay here cold, alone. Left only to pretend.
I remember the day clear that you said you would be here. I said not to say that if you couldn't stay true. You swore to me that it would be the only thing you'd do.

I run, I breathe. I miss everything we built.
Beyond the romance that swept me, the feeling of your care.
The bond we shared that no one compared too. That to break no one would dare.
Have you forgotten or are you hiding? Because I'm still here for you. You may not remember, but I swore I'd too stay true.

Stands here beside me is the difference between us two.
Don't regret, but remember that I'm here when you need.
Those words you spoke and swore you knew, prove fake with every step you take away from what we grew.
Minutes will pass and tides will change but one thing won't get new.
The I love you still quakes inside my skin to get to you.

I slip, I grip. I give into what's left of this.
The song I wrote, the quotes we'd note, still live within the dreams.
The demons still come for me at night, but one thing has changed.
You aren't there when I reach out to pull me from their scare.
I try, I can't. I won't let go of what you were.

© 2011 laura hope


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such sadness such depth of sorrow, heart breaking poetry at it's finest for we all must make such choices and as painful as they seem sometimes they are for the best even if it does not seem so at the time, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger as they say. I still wonder if you ever wrote before on Allpoetry. You have real style and flair hope to read more, keep em' coming



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such sadness such depth of sorrow, heart breaking poetry at it's finest for we all must make such choices and as painful as they seem sometimes they are for the best even if it does not seem so at the time, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger as they say. I still wonder if you ever wrote before on Allpoetry. You have real style and flair hope to read more, keep em' coming



Posted 12 Years Ago


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I scream, I fall. I curl out of the mold we made.
Its lining still fresh on my skin, but distant and unheard.

All of this is so well worded and deep.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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