We Came First

by silvershoes   Jul 20, 2015


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.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    This is amazing! I love your word choice and the flow of the poem....epic!

  • 8 years ago

    by zabetha

    Yes, fabulous poem. sucks when our poetic internet lovers find someone else.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Very clever and beautifully written.

  • 8 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    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.

    Enjoyed reading this!

  • 8 years ago

    by Britt

    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.

    • 8 years ago

      by silvershoes

      Yes, Britt! Thank you for getting it. Writing cliches about cliches. Love turns us all into saps.

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