A Fairytale Story

Paper laid out
griping my pencil so tight,
trying to match words
late on a Friday night.

Book full paper
pencil full of led,
I'm gonna try to explain
feelings that should be said.

But how do I do it
how do I make the reader see,
our great friendship
created by our story?

As I tap my pencil
wondering how I should keep explaining,
suddenly my bedroom changes
to a whole new setting.

A scared broken girl
is now what I see,
but I realize something
that broken girl is me.

I watched the broken girl
take vacation on a cruise,
there she met a passionate love
she thought she'd never loose.

Then the scene switched
now it's 3 months later,
her love said he never loved her
now her happiness grows fader.

Broken and lost more then ever
she grew very solemn,
in her darkest hour
she wrote this poem...

"They say I write beautifully but I don't care,
there's just no point now that your not here.
I would write how ur perfect & how much I love you,
now that your gone witting is something I can't do.
Witting was my escape whenever I was sad,
but now I can't...it hurts to bad.
Consider this my last poem I have no more to say,
all of my thoughts and work don't matter anyway.
I can't do this anymore...I lost my will to write,
I'm putting down the pen & starting to sleep at night."

Lost and confused
wishing at least one could see,
as her last desperate attempt she called
"please someone help me."

Then the scene changes again
there's still sadness it implies,
but now she seems different
there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

A stranger came to answer her call
and is there to listen,
he gives her advice-
advice she's been missin.

She didn't know much about him
and would normally run away,
but there was something about him
something that made her stay.

As I watched the scene
I looked closely at the two,
the stranger looked familiar
cause that stranger is you.

Suddenly she began witting poems again
for reasons she didn't know,
it just became easier
to write feelings hard to show.

The stranger dragged her along
even when she clung to the ground,
he wouldn't let her give up
even when her world cam crashing down.

Until finally she stood up
something she hasn't yet tried,
it was time to move forward
no more waiting paralyzed.

So she finally moved forward
with him cheering her on,
the broken heart and pain
became eased and almost gone.

Scene switch:
now the tables have turned
and two girls broke his heart,
but she was there for him
from the very start.

Although her advice wasn't good
it was all she had,
it wasn't as good as what he had given
back when her heart's shape was bad.

Still it might had helped
he knew she knew what he was going through,
maybe it was easier for him to talk to her
knowing others broke her heart too.

So his hearts burning agony
eased to just a sting,
now he knows he's strong
his heart can live through anything.

Although they have many ups and downs
they always know where to go,
they can always run to each other
where comfort and caring is all they know.

Now the lights dim out
as I watch the closing door,
now I'm back in my bedroom
and laying on my floor.

After reviewing our story
wondering what to do,
I still have to write a poem of us
this I promised you.

Looking down at the papers
I see a big surprise,
papers filled up
with words and stanzas it complies.

I look at the clock
four hours have passed,
I must have gotten lost in my poem
and time just surpassed.

Smiling to my self
now I don't care if the reader can see,
that right there
is a fairytale story.