Long, Curly, Black Hair

May 12, 2011
By ticklemeemo827 BRONZE, Prince George, Virginia
ticklemeemo827 BRONZE, Prince George, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Fish are friends not food.


Make believe and count to three,
because tonight we will run free.
You cannot understand how it felt.
He held my heart, but then it did melt.

It started back when, five years too early
all because I loved his long, dark, curly
Clack hair. It made things seem right
never to end not a single fright.

Richie and I, never separated, always together,
like a boy in his skin, forever, never to sever.
But, as he grew sicker, each day he got worse,
it seemed as if we had a curse.

“Nikki,” he said, “I’ll love you until the end.”
But, my heart, those words could never mend.
That night I believed things would get better.
Instead, for my pillow, it just grew wetter.

Richie now gone, and I, Nikki, alone,
I am longing and sitting waiting by the phone,
to hear his voice, just one last time.
Is to tell me he loves me such a crime?

Thud… thud… does the beat of my heart,
free fall on the floor, pieces to be wheeled away in a cart.
I have cried all and every night,
a storm in my heart, bled out through my eyes.

But now, I know the truth to be told.
A funeral filled with sorrow, but some bold.
She could have been anywhere but here,
at his coffin and it bier.

No one could ever have guessed
but, I guess it was for the best.
He was as truthful as a compulsive liar.
Now why have I been such a compulsive crier?

Never again will I let my heart break.
Never to a man who could leave and make
a fool out of me, for everyone to see.
Why couldn’t he just let my heart be?


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem originally for English class. It has some events that occurred in my life, but also some made up ones. This poem is not supposed to be about me, but my life is where I get most of my inspiration for things. I hope that from this poem people can feel the love and pain of Nikki. It is a narrative poem. Thank you for reading it. Peace and love.

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