It Will Never Be Mine.

It Will Never Be Mine.

A Poem by Sunflower

I knew as soon as he said it
let's see who gets it
it wasn't a fight
I was ready to give up
just like always
I'm not very good at try-outs
everyone is always much better than me
so much better
and I start to shake
I can't control it
and my breathing gets weird
so I said it, she can have it
she had it anyway
no matter how hard I try
she would have still got it
so what was the point
there was none. 
that's why I can't look at her now
it hurts 
it hurts that when we fought 
in the past
she was right
Trumpet is her thing
and it will never be mine.

© 2014 Sunflower


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This poem could really apply to anything, and I think that's why I liked it so much. One could take it literally and apply it to things like school play try outs, or maybe job positions, but one could also take a more abstract view to it, such as one obtaining love or happiness and being jealous of the other's success in such an area. The open ended feel of this poem is homey, yet sad, and that's what makes it such a gem. Excellent work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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This poem could really apply to anything, and I think that's why I liked it so much. One could take it literally and apply it to things like school play try outs, or maybe job positions, but one could also take a more abstract view to it, such as one obtaining love or happiness and being jealous of the other's success in such an area. The open ended feel of this poem is homey, yet sad, and that's what makes it such a gem. Excellent work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sunflower
Sunflower

Garrett, IN



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