Is it love or lack thereof that stays his prying eyes?
Were he to look, it would take not long
for him to find
the dust has not settled on this story of you and me
for I still pick up our book,
gently stroke the spine,
stray through the years of pages that tell
of stars crossed and ships sailed,
forever moments bound by ink and quill.
I read our story and skip the ending each time.
You have a new book now;
a new author to fill in your heart and
spill color onto the black & white.
She'll write an ending that puts ours
to shame, but (please) don't
forget who wrote us first.
You and I, the original cliche.
Love this too, and the point Britt made about writing about cliches without it being a cliche. The whole concept and idea of him having a new book and author, yet that reminder in the end to not forget who wrote you both first.
Only you can write cliches about cliches and make it..not cliche. ;)
"a new author to fill in your heart and
spill color onto the black & white."
Love the imagery here.. though I personally love the vintage black & white. ;) This poem had an entirely different feel than your normal stuff. I really enjoyed the soft/subtle rhyme. I don't know if that was intended, but it left a soft cadence to the poem. Love, love.