Dream Come Dance

Another cute little story I wrote! But I actually wrote this MONTHS ago and never posted it... Oops! Sorry!

SO HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE DREAMED OF DANCING WITH YOUR CRUSH? Hands up, come on, don't be shy. And if your hand isn't up, LIARRR!!!!
Enjoy this little story. Feel free to imagine yourself in the situation with your crush! *wink*

DREAM COME DANCE

“You two are partners now.”

That was when it started. My heart thumped so hard in my chest it was like it was trying to get out. But it didn’t break through my ribs; it didn’t escape. 

“I’ll be teaching you the dance steps now. Everybody watch carefully.”

I pretended it was nothing big, but only I felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around and creating havoc inside. Oh my god, the euphoria I felt was overwhelming! And, later my friends pointed out, I was blushing. Damn! Why do I always blush when I’m trying to stay calm and act cool? Damn it!

It was awkward as HELL dancing with him! I found I couldn’t even look at his face, look at his eyes. One look and it would surely be a dead giveaway. No, I can’t let that happen. I stared at his shoulder or just to the side of his face the whole time.

Practice after practice, it was like this. Mixture of silence and awkwardness. All the other couples for the dance performance were laughing and talking and playing around, some even fighting and being funny! But us? No, no chance.  As soon as practice was over, we would return to the unsaid no-contact rule. We would try to act as if the dance thing never happened.

It’s not that I didn’t try being a little friendly. But anything I said either ricocheted off deaf ears or was answered in short yes or no replies. He was unresponsive. And during breaks, he would promptly drop my hands and go talk to someone else, usually teasing someone else with their partner.

I figured this was how it was going to be, forever. Even if the universe brought us together, we cannot be with each other. No matter how much I want it to be. How could it be? He is so perfect… Oh well, this is unrequited love in all its grandeur and all its agony.

On the day of the performance, many people complemented how beautiful I was. To be honest, I was taken by surprise! I do not describe myself as pretty, most of the time. Every other girl in the dance was pretty; they were cute, lean, lithe, and had the kind of face and figure guys seem to flock to all the time. Me? No, I was not pretty. Far from it. However I will never go as far as to say I was ugly. 

But that day? Every girl in the dance and all my other friends looked at me and said “Wow, you’re so pretty! You’re the prettiest one here!!!” and I brushed it off, saying “Aww, thanks! But I’m not that pretty, you know. You should see …..” and I would point to another girl and say she was prettier. But inside, although I loved the attention and the complements, I only hoped one person would notice me. I only wanted him to see me and think “Wow, she’s pretty.” I only wanted to catch his attention.

Final practice, in makeup and costume. I desperately wanted him to notice me. So during the dance, I sneaked a peak at his face. Then my eyes darted back to his shoulder. 

“I can’t even look at you..,” I said quietly to just myself. 

“What was that?”

My eyes widened. Shit, he heard that! My heart raced. I had to think of an answer!

“Nothing, nothing…” 

Silence. We danced apart, and back together again. Only the music filled my ears, my concentration on the steps.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

I blinked. Did he just ask that? No way! Perhaps I heard wrong.

“What?” 

“Look at me.”

I shook my head slightly.

“Please,” he said.

My eyes darted across his face and then returned to his shoulder. I thought I had already given away too much. He cannot know I love him. He cannot. It would ruin everything. And I don’t want to lose him…

My eyes found his, and my heart melted. Oh, he has the most beautiful eyes- deep, dark pupils encased in eyelashes that accentuated the beauty of the shape of his eyes, which were always kind of half closed, as though it were a sunny day; I could shut out the whole world and simply get lost in them. My heart was trying to escape from my body again, and I would have been blushing too, most probably.

The music stopped. The dance was done. I expected him to break off physical contact and stray off again, as usual. But he held me there. I looked at him tentatively, wondering what was going on.

“Why don’t you ever look at me,” he asked.

I didn’t want to hide the truth any longer from him. I was capricious. 

“Because… Because I just can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“It hurts. Every time I look at you, it hurts,” I say while my eyes fix on his shoulder again. 

One of his hands releases mine and touches my chin, lightly tilting my head up, effectively forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Why? Why does it hurt?”

“It hurts because…. I know you’ll never like me.”

A moment of silence. 

“You’re wrong.”

My eyes widened. I was shocked! My mind went into a frenzy. And then it was time to go on stage.

During the dance on stage, I looked at him, and I smiled. It felt amazing! And we danced perfectly, not a step out of beat.

After the performance, I stayed by him. The conversation wasn’t finished.

I got him alone. And what he said next seemed to me like it came from a dream!

“You’re the prettiest girl I know. You’re sweet, and smart, and fun to be around. You’re a great friend and you’re funny too. I just always thought… How could you possibly like me?”

And I was like, “Really?”

And he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against mine. My arms wound around his neck and hugged him while he held me tightly in his arms.

When the kiss ended, I told him, “I love you. I always have, and always will.”

And he said, “I love you too. You’re all mine.”

It was a dream come true.

It was a dream that came true because of a dance.

It was a dream come dance!

The Bike Ride

It's been a while since I wrote a story, right? So here's a little love story for you all! Enjoy!

The Bike Ride

She travels half way from her home and so does he from the other direction to meet up in the center on the roof of a friend's apartment.

She arrives a little late, but she texted him on the bus that she was on her way, and goes to visit her friend and call her mom to say she's there, and then when her impatience overtakes, she and her friend tell her friend's mom that they will go to the terrace. When the door closes, she rushes to the roof, leaving her friend behind, to see him. He is already there- but where?

A pair of pale hands cover her eyes and she yelps in surprise, but at the same time her heart skips a beat. He is here, he is here, he is right here behind her. Laughing, she removes the hands away from her eyes and he hugs her from behind, kissing her ear and then her neck, causing her to moan a little. She twists around then and wraps her arms around his neck and whispers the three words she will never get tired of telling him: I love you. And then they kiss, a deep passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. Her friend leaves them alone but stays on the terrace for mom alert while texting her own boyfriend.

She then spends time with him, talking, laughing, or sitting in silence staring into each others eyes, drinking in the other's beauty and memorizing every detail they could see. They are lost in their love for each other.

Her friend says her mom has gone out and won't be home for a while.

She asks him how he came and he says he got his bike. Shyly, she asks if she could have a ride. And when he says yes, her heart leaps into her throat and she is smiling uncontrollably.

They go downstairs after telling her friend, who agrees to keep watch and come up with a story if needed.

When she reaches his bike, she watches his every muscle in his body contract, relax and flex, as he pulls the bike out of the parking lot, sits, and tells her to get on. Hesitantly but excitedly, she swings her leg over and sits behind him and places her hands on his shoulder. Her heart is beating very fast now. Then he revs up the engine and she says not to go too fast. He starts at a speed slightly faster than she expected and she gasps making him smirk naughtily. As he veers onto the main road and the real ride begins, she feels him speed up even further, making her grip his shoulders even more tightly.

And right then, with the wind gushing in her ear and her smile as wide as ever as she grips his shoulders, she feels the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold on tight forever, but she fears if she does, her heart will fly out of her chest and straight to heaven.

And right then, with the wind gushing in his ears as he feels the touch of her hands on his shoulders gripping tightly as he goes at speeds she is not used to and his boundless joy shown clearly on his smug smile, he feels the urge to tell her to wrap her arms around his middle, but he fears if she does, his heart might fly out of his chest and straight to heaven.

Hope you enjoyed this little treat! Comment and share with your friends!

That Unruliness I Love

High school. Bad boys. When these two go together, there are girls' hearts aflutter left and right. Or so is the stereotype. In books and movies, we always see the heroine fall for the sexy bad boy character. Sometimes, these guys turn out to be total sweethearts. But most of the time the book or movie has the clichéd twist of the girl getting her heart broken. But what girl can forget that moment when the crush first develops? That moment that starts it all? These guys have a certain CHARM in their signature unruliness. It's an irresistible gravitational pull, and some girls are just total suckers for that.

That Unruliness I Love:
He walks into school,
Shirt tucked out,
Top few buttons of his shirt
Unbuttoned,
So that when he leans down far enough
I can see the solid colors
Of his undershirt,
As he sits, casual,
Carefree, laid back,
Smiling,
Laughing with his friends,
And he's handsome in a messy way,
A cool way,
And I feel my smile,
Unable to suppress it,
Emerging,
And my eyes soften lovingly
As I look at him,
And I am falling.

I Could, But...

A few days ago I came across a Facebook post that said the most painful kind of love is the love left unknown, unexpressed, afraid of what the other person would say or do. It inspired me to write this poem!

I COULD BUT...:
I could hold your hand-
But you'd shake it off,
Give me a cold stare,
And walk away.
I could try to talk to you-
But you'd ignore me,
Pretend not to hear me,
And won't answer anyway.
I could hug you-
But you'd peel me off,
Twist my arm,
And yell obscenities at me.
I could kiss you out of the blue-
But you'd push me away,
Spit in my face,
And probably even slap me.
I could text you I love you-
But you'd probably reply
With swear words strung into sentences
That will leave me shaking.
I fell kilometers for you
And the sad thing is
You never fell even a millimeter
For me, while I'm still falling.
I could stop loving you, sure
But I don't know why
It feels as though without you, without
Loving you, I'd rather not survive.
I could do many things but
I know the consequences
So I'll leave them in my fantasies
Suppressing my love's expresses.

This is the exact post that inspired me to write this:

Hope you enjoyed this!

Please feel free to leave a comment below and tell me what you think!

If you have any ideas or topics for stories or poems, tell me and I'll give them a go! 

Thank you!

The Song Of The Rejected

This is a poem I was prompted to write by my good friend Amritha Ramanathan, who asked me to write a poem on loving someone who loves somebody else, so thank her if you like the topic!

THE SONG OF THE REJECTED:

He's the most perfect guy,
Perfect in all his imperfections.
But he loves her, not me...
Oh, she's so lucky!
But suddenly I am in hell
And my worst nightmare has come to life;
I am the victim of a devastating curse
Worse than the eternal piercing of a butcher's knife.
Hatred governed by jealousy,
And questioning things desperately
Like "Who is she?"
And "Why not me?"
I'll love him till my heart
Is bruised black and blue,
And stubbornly still after
I can love someone new.
I wished, I prayed, I hoped
With every cell, with my soul, with my heart
That you would choose me- but ah!
Who knew my dreams would be torn apart!
But still, here I am, yearning for you
To look at me the way you look at her,
The very same way I gaze at you:
In dreams and reality alike your admirer.
Oh give me morphine,
But my heart still bleeds
And there's no cure for this ache
In my chest, it seems.
But forever and ever,
And forever more
I'll love you, my angel
It is you I adore.
No matter whom you really love-
That girl or some other else-
Even if you and I aren't meant to be,
I can't deceive my heart that for only you melts.

Be Like The Rain

BE LIKE THE RAIN.

Ah, it’s the rainy season at last! Diwali is just around the corner- so get ready to have your firecracker bursting plans destroyed by relentless downpours. All the schoolchildren look forward to this season because it’s the one season where, if it rains heavily enough, they get a day off from school! Some, like me, love rainy days because it’s the perfect time to stay indoors and read a good book or watch as much anime as they can. Farmers and nature enthusiasts love rain because of the water the crops and vegetation get.

And there are MANY more reasons to love the rain! People love it for the scent, for the feelings, for the time, for the mood it puts them in, for the joy, the reminiscences… The list could go on and on, for each person has their own special reason to love the rain!

I think we should all be like the rain, loved by all.

That’s not all. The rain is essentially made up of water and an indispensable step in the water cycle, and I need not enumerate on the uses of water. But there is something about water we need to incorporate into our personality: its versatility. Water is not only employed in various tasks, but it also fits any container, adapting to its surroundings and changing its shape accordingly. We need to be able to adapt easily and fit in in any situation. It is something valuable indeed to learn from this element.

FINALLY, I WILL TELL YOU THE BIGGEST REASON WHY YOU MUST BE LIKE THE RAIN.

THE RAIN CANNOT BE STOPPED, AND LIKE IT, YOU TOO MUST BE UNSTOPPABLE IN WHICHEVER COURSE YOU TAKE! Be the kind of person who is loved and welcomed by all, but feared when you grow angry and relentlessly rain down on the earth. When the rain decides to fall in one place, nobody can stop it. Nobody can change its decision. It defeats all obstacles and bears no enemies. Live with no regrets! Leave your legacy behind like a river that flows forever! Wash away the filth of the world and create a new one that sparkles with purity!

BE LIKE THE RAIN! 

That Smile

Ever looked at someone's smile and just thought you could stare at it forever?

It's a smile that is just so beautiful and cute and you love it so much! This is a poem about THAT smile.

THAT SMILE:

When the sun shines bright

It is when I see that gleaming white

Of that sweet curve at the ends of your lips-

Your smile is such a sight!

When the world seems to slow down

Or everything around ceases to exist

There is only one thing I am looking at:

It’s your smile that leaves me in a bliss.

It’s a smile of happiness,

It’s a smile of everlasting hope,

A smile of fun and craziness,

And it’s your smile I absolutely adore!

The October Run

Today, I went to an inter-school cultural fiesta and participated in the poetry writing competition. There were three topics, of which i chose the second one and wrote the following poem:

THE OCTOBER RUN:
There are rusty reds and methyl oranges,
Ebony blacks and muddy browns all around.
'Tis nature's most colorful time of the year-
Come, through this we shall run a marathon.
That crisp, sweet smell of apple pie baking,
That delicious scent of pumpkins nearby,
That waft of maple everywhere I go-
All these assault my nose (resistance is futile).
Ah, now we come across a haunted house
Decorated for Halloween
And whispering young ones through the streets
Preparing to trick or treat.
I hear that crunch of freshly fallen leaves,
But deaf to their final perishing cries.
Through this and more we shall run this fall
As, around us, nature dies.
Running, galloping like a majestic stallion,
Believing I could fly and soar into the heavens,
I race, electricity crackling through my veins
As though I am traversing in another dimension.
I feel alive, with my heart racing my feet,
With that supple autumn breeze slapping my face,
The cold beginning to bite long before winter arrives,
And I run, still, in a  byzantine craze.
'Tis an endeavor, a journey- much more,
An awakening from the senses' slumber,
And I shall run today, tomorrow, forever
Embarking on an infinite marathon in good ol' October.

Unfortunately, for some reason or another, my poem did not win a single prize. It could be because my poem was 28 lines instead of the instruction to write a 24 line poem, or it could be because the XAXA rhyming scheme wasn't perfect and the words at the ends of the 2nd and 4th lines of each stanza did not rhyme perfectly, or some other unspeculated reason. However, You, the reader, must decide whether this poem is worth reading or not. Nevertheless, it was an enriching experience, trying out the new topics. I have made a note of the other 2 topics I could have chosen and will write a poem for each and post it shortly. 

Hope you enjoyed this poem! Please leave a comment below, as they are very valuable to me.

The Story Of A Road- The Blood Flower Battleground

There is a road that runs between a field of blood red flowers just a short distance away from a small village. The dirt that covers this road has witnessed many events bitter and sweet. It has witnessed dreadful, gory wars, tears, and murders. It has also witnessed happy young children cherished by nature, laughing as they run through the flowers pretending to fly, and romantic dates of lovers, as well as sights that can be seen no more. It runs right through the center of the field and cradles the feet that walk over it.  They say the history of this road explains the story of this land and its people. This is the story I am going to tell you today.

It begins long back when the earth was walked by mythical creatures, when humans had not yet appeared. The beasts and birds lived in harmony, with the occasional argument that piqued the interest of passing creatures, causing excitement for a few moments. Back then, the flowers in the field were not blood red- they were a variety of colors! The path seemed to have existed right there in the center of everything since the very beginning of time. Then the humans appeared, and they slowly learned how to live from these creatures and nature, like a baby learning to crawl, and then to walk, and then to run. However, they grew not only in number and skill, but in intelligence as well.  

Darkness came one fine day when one condescending man decided to be selfish and turned power hungry. He spread his motives to others and it was not long before a war broke out between humans and the mythical creatures. Humans wanted to rule over every single thing on this planet! The war took place in this very field. You would think man would lose easily to an army of dragons and demons, but that’s where you are wrong, for back then mankind had his own powers, and coupled with his superior intelligence, he used his powers as a lethal weapon and nearly wiped out the mythical creatures. Nobody knows for sure what these powers were anymore, because the trait has long since disappeared from our genetic codes. They say that following that war, all mythical creatures disappeared. Some say they were all killed; some say they fled to another world. Now only man and some animals remained.

Humans being humans, naturally, there was conflict over choosing a ruler to dominate over everyone else. battle after battle broke out, all over the world. Then, one day, the most tragic war ever took place in this very field. There was so much bloodshed and morbid sights that it was never recorded in history, but the survivors of the war (who founded that village near the field) pass on the story from generation to generation by narrating it to the youth. A legendary sage came along and planted white flowers here to replace the ones that were mercilessly trampled in the endless battles, but instead of white, blood red ones grew. Because of this, there is an eerie poem that an eccentric young villager wrote and sings:

There is blood where the flower grows

Deep in the ground,

Blood where the battle was won.

There were tears and ear piercing screams

Heard all around

The Blood Flower Battleground.

Exactly as the poem describes, the field has come to be known as the Blood Flower Battleground. The white flowers grew blood red because there was so much bloodshed that the waterbed beneath the ground is filled with blood that seeped through the soil. At that time, this road even became a stream of blood.

On the first full moon of every quarter year, the people of this village pick the flowers and hold a festival, celebrating the harmony that came to be after that war. The road is decorated with vibrant paint and many contests are held or the roadside in the field. The practice was started by an old man who did it with his dying young daughter, simply for fun. But then the other villagers joined in and it became a tradition and the purpose changed as the festival evolved.

They say the village founders never wanted to see a war like that ever again, so these villagers live in harmony. While wars continue to rampage in other parts of the world, this little piece of land finally attained peace, but at heavy costs. Is this the cost of peace? Perhaps it could have come cheaper, without such horrible losses.

This is the story of the road that runs through a field of blood red flowers, and how the place came to be known as the Blood Flower Battleground.  We cannot do anything about the past, but we can do something for the future, and prevent wars so we can avoid incurring irreversible damage to land and society. Live in peace.

Sandcastle Dream

"Don't build sandcastles in the air," they said. Yet haven't we all built them high in the heavens with our hopes and dreams? And when our hearts were shattered, didn't we try to demolish the castle- only to rebuild it because it brought unbearable pain to tear it down? 

SANDCASTLE DREAM:

I built a sandcastle high in the air

Surrounded by clouds of fluff;

It started as a dream but grew

As I slowly planned it out.

I made it big, I made it grand,

I made it intricate,

I made it colorful and rich

With fantasies so great!

Its walls were lined with memories:

Quotes, photos, and other things.

It had a huge library

Filled with stories of daydreams.

Every room showed a future,

Every corner had a moment.

I was happy simply seeing these,

Until my dream was stolen.

Then I realized I must tear it,

Wreck it part by part.

This glorious sandcastle I built

Will bring havoc to my heart.

I bring it down and watch it fall

Slowly inch by inch,

But then I unconsciously

Rebuild it- it’s a cinch!

So I build sandcastles in the air,

Just to watch them fall.

I build them up and tear them down

As they rip apart my heart.

I realize it’s not good for me,

And I’ve resolved multiple times

That this castle must be demolished;

Only then will I be fine.

But each time I try to destroy a room,

I am captivated by its contents-

The dreams and memories sweet and bitter-

And rebuild it all over again.

I cry, acknowledging just how futile

Is this tiny sliver of hope,

Not wanting to hold on,

But unable to let go.

So I am permanently trapped

At this construction site,

Swinging like a pendulum

Between wrong and right.

I make a wish upon a star

After hope was long gone,

Praying either the castle goes to hell

Or is soon filled with real life love.

Peace

PEACE

   Peace is a relative term, if you ask me, just like justice. For some people, peace is when everyone and everything in the world seem to be at harmony- an idealistic thought, no doubt, for it is seemingly impossible to see such a thing. For some, peace is simply absence of violence. For some, peace is more than that- absence of tension, absence of aggression, absence of even passive aggressiveness in thought and speech.

   For me, peace is simply when everyone is happy. I am perfectly aware that this is an idealistic thought. It is never possible for every single person and creature in the world to remain happy all the time. However, the time one spends being happy can be increased. This certainly needs to be adopted today, among a population of Homo sapiens that are becoming unhappier and unhappier with the world around them (caused by their own actions, of course). Like the very plague that spread across Europe, depression is plaguing the people. There are hundreds of people feeling unsatisfied with their lives and succumbing to long, drawn out periods of wallowing in sadness and self-pity. Depression is a kind of mental ailment, and it is no less serious than the plague itself, however, unlike the plague it is not contagious from one person to another. Like most other diseases, it can be prevented. How? By staying happy.

   What is happiness, then? Are you ever really happy? Isn’t there always some worry or the other nagging you at the back of your simple-complex minds? We cannot take simply smiling as a sign of happiness anymore- that is no more than a mechanical reflex action these days. People hide their emotions as skillfully as an actor. We could all become quite successful actors if we tried! But we need to expel that poison, that sadness, anger and frustration or whatever negative feelings we have, from within us.

   “The glass is half full, not half empty.” That should be our thinking. Be optimistic! Look at the brighter side of things! You’ll find yourself cheer up pretty soon once you realize the positive outcomes of an event. Think of good times, happy times, jokes and fun! Drown yourself in another world- books, anime, TV shows, movies, take your pick! And always remember: Where you are NOW does not, and will never, be the same place you will be in a few years. But whether you are in a better place or a worse one is entirely up to you and only you.

   Angry? Take a deep breath. Take five more. Does this really matter? Do you have to let them know you’re angry? Will it change anything? Ask yourself these questions. Do not speak. Find a place alone. If you don’t find one immediately, wait till you do. By then, if your anger has not cooled down, proceed to write out your emotions and their reasons on a piece of paper. When you’re done, read it. If it still means something to let your feelings be known, express it politely. If not, crumple it up and throw it away. Simple as that.

   Taking steps towards peace is merely each individual taking steps toward maintaining happiness. It all starts with you. And this way, you are creating a better life for yourself while changing the world. Two ups, no downs! Could you ask for a better bargain?

   Keep on smiling! Peace!

Quotes

FIRST OF ALL,  SHOUT OUT TO MY COUSIN AKSHYA for being so awesome and encouraging to me!

This post is actually dedicated to her, because she said she loved the romantic stuff I wrote back in May with all the deep, intense feelings. Actually the last post was for her too, but I'm highlighting it in THIS post, because I finally got the courage to post these NOW.

These are some random quotes that have come to my mind over a period of time. Some quotes are pretty old and some are quite recent. Anyway, everyone enjoys reading romantic stuff, right? Even sad, emotional stuff.

I actually decided to edit pictures and put the quotes on them too this time!
Here we go!

Perhaps I waited and waited and waited far too long,
Until it was too late,
And you were already gone.

Give me a piece of your mind?
I want a piece of your heart!
But you want me to "fuck off"...

I never wanted to make you angry.
In fact, I always only wanted
To make you happy.

Why do I care, you ask?

You can't choose who you love.

Everybody knows that.

It's like opening up old scars.
Yes, I'm used to the pain now.
But it still hurts.

You started hating me somewhere along the line.
I don't know when.
I don't know why.

Sometimes I still wish
You would give me a chance.
What a thing to waste a wish on!

I offered you loyalty,
And such pure love.
But you wanted none of it.

You could give me all the reasons to hate you,
And I could give you all the reasons not to,
And love you.

 And here I am thinking about you,
While you would not spare even
A second thought for me.

 Some feelings never fade,
Like the feelings of true love
That I feel for you.

 You are like fire to me-
Warm me from a distance,
Burn me when I'm too close.

Why do you shut me out?

I would never ever hurt you;
I love you too much.

I should have known from the very start
That I would never be good enough
To make it into your heart.

Waiting for you is futile;
It is a waste of time.
But I'm still waiting.

And finally, for those of you who had the patience to read through all of the above, a final quote I made that I'm actually pretty proud of:

I fell for you like an apple falling from a tree. But when I'm with you the laws of gravitation do not govern me.

THAT'S IT FOR NOW!
COMMENT BELOW WHAT YOU THINK!
TELL ME WHICH QUOTE WAS YOUR FAVORITE!!!

Seventy

It's been a long time since I blogged! SORRY! I've been drowning in schoolwork- homework and studying and test after test after test!!! I've literally been a ZOMBIE for past few weeks!

To make it up to you, here's a poem that I've also made into a SONG! But to be honest, it's not new. I wrote it months ago!

Now, I'm probably a forever-alone type of person, so I've NEVER been through a breakup. But from friends, anime, books, articles and posts on social media, I can kind of pin down what it feels like: DYING. I mean, seriously, it makes you feel so horrible! I don't know, I was in the kitchen one evening and the first few few lines just jumped into my head, and I loved it so I built on it. So, from that, this poem was born! And WHILE I was writing it, I started SINGING it! So the poem became a song too!

SEVENTY:

Seventy seconds after you said those words,

I couldn’t believe what I had heard.

Seventy minutes. All I could do was cry,

I thought it’d be better if I died.

Seventy hours. I was numb with pain,

My heart was bleeding, I was going insane.

Seventy days. I was still looking for a way

To save our relationship every day.

Seventy weeks. The tiniest sliver of hope

Still tortured me ceaselessly, but somehow I could cope.

Seventy months. It was hard to move on;

The memories you left will never be gone.

Seventy years, and I still look back,

But by now I know it wasn’t meant to last.

I made a video to go with the recording of me singing it! Enjoy!

Please leave a comment below and let me know what you think! :D 

Until next post, bye!!!