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| Months of preparation for Just one night of fun Dreams of what could be before That night is done Invited to a school event Of formal stature Hours of dance filled With endless rapture The day is soon dawning She lies in her bed Wond?ring what the night will bring ? How far she?ll be led His mind?s far away at that point Looking ahead Envisioning a gorgeous dress Great hair on a head. He knocks on her door And she appears before him An expensive display of lust Significantly thin They smile at each other As they start to begin Venturing out to the prom Tickets they got to win. A glorious arrival Floating across the floor But once the DJ turned it up The float became a soar. Fast or slow dancing They were always close They drank the night up A fantastic overdose. The last song was played They headed for home But before they showed up They decided to roam. The car came to a stop By the vacant lake The world slowed to a standstill The car internally baked. The two were transported To a parallel place Where pleasure and passion Unite in a race Overwhelmed by their bliss The two became one Following a climax And their passion was done. They arrived at her house And they said their goodbyes Although she said nothing It was there in her eyes. Neither one slept that night Neither knew how. What they had lost that night Could never be found. They knew they were in love They?d have it no other way They?d laugh for hours on end Go out every other day. They kept that night a secret Both sacred and dear Until one fateful day They knew the meaning of fear. The phone rang in the kitchen He answered her call She told him what she had to say He had to lean on the wall. She said that she was missing something That she?d normally get In a moment the glass was shattered Tranquil life had been hit. Did he cry? He?s told he did When his parents returned He couldn?t say what happened So they became concerned Finally he settled down And told them how it had to be From two to one the bodies were ? But it was soon to be three. A moment of silence An exchanged awkward glance In a moment, three lives Had been thrown out of balance. They knew it could never be As it had been before, Surrounded ev?rywhere they went By taunts, jeers, and scorn. She was noticeably fatter He hated to admit A telltale reminder That he had to submit To a new stage of maturity He had to grow up fast If he didn?t shape up This adventure could be his last. The day is soon dawning He begins his routine She wasn?t at school that day Nowhere to be seen Found his parents sitting calmly As he entered his room Said the news they had would bring him To psychological doom. He sat and he listened And he started to cry. His mind flew off elsewhere, Somewhere up in the sky. He joined her in thought Where she now had to live Her stress was too much to handle He begged her to forgive. But amnesty was the last thought That dwelled in her eye The creature that they had created Caused her to die Father and son now Were left all alone. The Eve had left the Adam In a world now unknown. Regardless of his wishing He knew in his soul She wouldn?t be coming back to him To fill in this hole. He had to play the student The mom and the dad He often thought back to that day And the dreams that he had. He saw her in her dress And her smile like stars Then the light disappeared And she was put behind bars. He had ruined her life, And now it was gone. He just sat and he stared, Became extremely withdrawn. What happened to him? None remain who know. The child was soon adopted To a foster-care home. The bliss that he felt From a glorious romance Left him helpless and lost Stuck in a lifelong trance. |
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| Although the poem itself isnt fantastic, i've succeeded with it. My intent was to set it up like a light read, and then blow people away when it gets serious. Readers have said that they had to sit down when they got to the deeper parts because it totally caught them off guard. My mom is convinced that it's an autobiographical story. Let me be the first to tell you that such is not the case - and remind you that around here, there arent any lakes to go to ayways. ^_^ |
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