SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVENT READ "LOOKING FOR ALASKA" BY JOHN GREEN
The moment you realize it isn't a dream,
You heard the scream,
Blasting out of bed,
Running down to see the now dead,
Alaska your best friend,
But its too late; there's nothing to mend,
As realization hits; you fall to your knees,
And burst out crying,
The buzzing in your head is your only anchor,
You start screaming "PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD",
But its too late; there's nothing to mend,
All you can do is pray,
In the end she might have just made it out of the labyrinth.
© 2014 by Mon_98 All rights reserved.
Authors Note:
This is a response you might say to John Greens "Looking for Alaska". I remember reading it on the plane and I poured my eyes out. I had all this raw emotion and its not excatly what happened but I had this urge to write about it. Please comment and tell me your opnions Thank you xx
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A Collection Of My Thoughts At 2 AM
PoesíaThere is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired. — Edward Young Enjoy this little collection of poetry. A direct line to my thoughts.
