The hope in her eyes and the thoughtful idea all planned out. She was ready to ask him. Nothing could mess it up as she made up a beautiful song to go along with, a theme song if you will. Bum bum duh bum bum. As she walked these roads of memories she tried her best to think only of the song, so she wouldn't convince herself to not ask. She would ask him and either way it went she would be happy that at least she tried.. this time she tried. That's all that matters.
So she walked up the steps and knocked on the door, then rung the doorbell, then continued to repeat for what felt like hours.
Keeping the song playing loudly in her head as the thoughts raced in the back of her mind. She grabbed the key from under the mat and opened the door, leaving the single dark blue flower she had for him outside, and entered. She walked around and as the chorus began she saw it. And her heart stopped as she stared in horror.
She was too late.. he was gone.
*Author note:
This isn't really a poem but short story. I hope you like it though.
Have a wonderful day everyone. *
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Poems of a broken artist
ŞiirDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.
