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As a teenage girl, I had so many emotions inside that I attempted to channel through writing. This was my very first attempt at poetry... so please bear with me.
"Closing Doors" A Poetic Story
I glanced over and saw you standing there, Were you looking right at me?
I thought of the possible attractions, But I'd prayed it was my personality.
As our eyes met, I got a strong feeling, As if I'd be struck by lightening,
In that same second I was comfortable, Yet it was scary... almost frightening.
While standing there in amazement, Staring deep into your eyes,
I felt overjoyed and rewarded, As if I were given a great prize.
Slowly approaching me with a smile, Like a gentleman, asked "How do you do?"
I still can't believe my escaping words, "Great, now that I've met you."
We talked for hours, Then I gave you my number,
Returning home, I convinced myself, This is all a dream taking place in slumber.
You'd asked me out to dinner, I anxiously awaited that call,
I was so excited, Because you really did like me after all.
You were trying to tell me something, It was later that night,
You were trying to tell me how you felt, That it was love at first sight.
Later that month, We shared our desires for each other,
In doing that we stated, There would never be another.
In only weeks we would be wed, I was impatient for the date,
But how was I to have any idea, That it would then be too late.
Dropping me off at home you would always blow me a kiss, but I forgot to check,
And hour later I got the call... The call that said you'd been in a wreck.
I didn't know where I was or what to do, I had never been so lost,
It was a horrifying tragedy, And your life... it would cost.
They said he had been at a party, And you were in the right,
He had had to much to drink, Yet you would die tonight.
You had the perfect personality, Honest, faithful, and true,
What made me so weak-in-the-knees, Was your eyes were a beautiful blue.
But now it's too late, I can't see them anymore,
That driver stole both our lives, And now I must turn away...and close that door.
That door that once led to us, But now it is closed and sealed,
Never to be opened again, Because that driver got behind the wheel.
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