She turned her head to see him staring at her
Beautiful promises about riches and big houses and big families
He swept her up, the brightest bluest jewel he had ever seen
He filled every room he was in, leaving no space for any thoughts but his own
He fuelled her desire to escape, he ignited her flame, so her dreams had no limit
Everyone always said she was made for bigger things
So a small town English teacher said goodbye to his first daughter with the brightest bluest eyes, she was meant for bigger things, he knew that
A year later they were married
They bought a farm off the coast, raised 4 dogs, a witty brunette and me
The bright blue gem spent her nights wishing on stars for the love she was promised
He came home on the weekends, alway filling her cup, never asking if she was thirsty
But she had two girls
Their future as bright as her eyes had once been
She spent her years devoted to her two blond haired babies
She showered them in love and adoration
She taught them every thing she knew, grace, forgiveness and acknowledgement
She taught them how to love when all she ever wanted was the only thing he couldn’t give her
Now we are older and the jig is up
30 years is a long time, family vacations and empty promises
The curtain is lifted to reveal a standing ovation from every last person in the room
What a wonderful performance they would say, he’s a natural
You know I really did believe him
He takes a bow and leaves in the middle of the night
He’ll put on a show again next year don’t worry
Only this time maybe his star will know she’s playing a part
Does he get lonely in between takes, alone in his dressing room staring at an empty reflection thinking ‘oh how I fooled them’
Quietly the loneliness seeps through the cracks left by the hate in his heart
He begins to realise…
We’re not buying tickets to see the next show, and the theatre will be void of the love he now craves.
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complicitcontrarian (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is my life
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A very good and well written poem in a style I enjoy reading very much
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
(yes, life ain't no fairy-tale
nor is it gifted
Hollywood's endless, re-takes
we do our best and hope
it's enough
30 years, is commendable
to both performers
be it in the name of unity, loyalty
or whatever, maybe
far from perfect
but definitely commendable)
Dear author,
after reading the story of your life, I want to note that there are NO dramatic and even more tragic moments in your life. Praise the Lord!
What to do? All people sooner or later face unfulfilled dreams, the collapse of hopes and not entirely reliable partners. But even in the most stalemate situations, you can find something bright and dear to the heart, something that warms the soul.
P.S. There are many people on earth who live their lives without falling in love with anyone. Trust me, I've experienced this.
Best regards.
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