She was a smart girl
He was a simple boy
They had many differences
Argued many arguments
But they were with each other
What an odd pair they were
It didn't matter that they loved
Each other despite their differences
They were judged just as everyone
Else was
They were not in the same ranks of
Beauty
They were not in the same ranks of
Intelligence
Neither mattered to them
But it mattered to those who liked a
Certain image
It mattered to the ones who stood by
Their judgments no matter how wrong They were proven
She may be intelligent but
She is quite easily persuaded
He is too blind to notice
He may lose her
Others have put her into a trance
A trance of shame
Not pride for his name
A guilty look in her eyes
He may be simple but he is hurt
He does not refute their love
He does not reject her upon Suggestion
He tried
And she pushed
He pulled
And she fell apart
Fell apart to someone else
To some other man she calls her
Lover
He broke down
To no one but the pillow that he called
Friend
But some days now
At rare moments in the diner
She sits
He sits
And their fingers brush
And they reminisce on the past
Parting ways
They will continue until they die
If you look in the cemetery
Their graves will be together
A reaching angel above both headstones
Even in death
They will yearn for each other
Their curse for striking love
With a blade of bleeding hearts
Persuasion is a cruel act to the end
x.c.
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Memories of a Broken Heart
PoesíaA collection of story poems. From fairy tales to heart break. Most with a character. Either from my own life or sudden inspiration that I didn't to write a huge story for.
