What I Wrote in the Coffee Shop

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's about what people will do for the one they love.

When I was younger
I had this dream
Of a brown haired girl
Across a stream.

I never knew her name
But I know she lived across that stream.
She is the one I loved
The girl who lived in my dream.

She had a smile
That could charm the Devil.
Blue eyes as deep as the sea
A love for me on a new level.

"If you drown," she said,
"just for me,
I'll cry so hard
God will take pity."

"You'll come back to life
born anew from the sea.
A love so strong you could die
Permanent blissful reverie."

So what did I do?
I did as I was told.
You could drink the blue in her eyes, I thought,
as the water took hold.

I fell asleep under the surface.
A smile she did infer.
I could not be more happy
That my last image was her.

Although she promised
She never cried.
I knew who she was,
I knew she lied.

Yet each time she asked me to drown
I would always walk into the stream.
Because I loved that brown haired girl
The one that lived in my dream.

This dream was reoccurring.
Night after night I would die,
The girl would only smile,
Never once did she cry.

Then one day I met a girl.
A curly brown haired one
With eyes as blue as the sky,
A smile that melted the sun.

She took my hand,
We fell asleep under a tree.
With her warm in my arms
This is what came to me.

It was the girl I had met
Just earlier that day.
She was across the stream
This was all I heard her say.

"If you drown," she said,
"Just for me,
I'll cry so hard
God will take pity."

So what did I do?
Even if it was a lie
I did as I was told.
Under the water I watched the sky.

I fell asleep under the surface.
A smile she did infer.
I could not be more happy
that my last image was her.

But then the stream started to flood,
And it turned into a river.
It uprooted my watr'y grave
And brought me to the Moon's sliver.

I came back to life
With a burst of breath.
God had taken pity
And released me from Death.

There she was,
The girl crying across the blue.
I stood in front of her
Born from the sea anew.

I took her into my arms.
Her eyes were burning with tears.
As I touched her face
She had no more doubts or fears.

This dream is reoccurring.
Night after night I would die,
But then come back a new man.
Never once did she lie.

Drowning isn't painful
It's not even a very unpleasant thing.
But when Death quenches my breath
There always is a dull sting.

Yet this doesn't matter when she asks me to drown
I will always walk into that stream.
Because I love that curly brown haired girl
The one that lives in my dream.


Submitted: May 19, 2012

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somme84

Interesting poem. Nicely done.

Sat, May 19th, 2012 9:10pm

Author
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Why thank you good sir/mam.

Sat, May 19th, 2012 5:29pm

Ophelia Banks

I really like the twist you had there. It was new, interesting, and not something that you see every day. /Very/ nicely done.

Sun, May 20th, 2012 4:22am

Chris Gerard

Very original - romantic in the poetic sense. Good to see writing from a different, classical style and perspective than the majority of work that is produced nowadays.

Tue, May 22nd, 2012 8:13am

Author
Reply

Thank you very much for your comments. =) They made my day. I don't think I realized the poem was in a classical format. Influence of Shakespeare maybe? And yes there was a 'she' missing. Good eye. It has been added now. Thank you again!

Tue, May 22nd, 2012 4:11am

smilingface21

Great! Keep it up! :)))

Fri, November 16th, 2012 10:48pm

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