I wrote this on the bus on the way up. I hate writing poetry that rhymes, and my writers block the last years has really been the reason i stopped writing. The original was written in November about me and Heather after i moved to be near her. This one is 90% of the original, tailored a slight bit. The original never had the ending or the title, that is new.
She has never seen it before, but poetry came up not long ago and she wants to read it. I keep wanting to change it, because i dont want to seem like some lame typical writer. I used to be so talented for all this (AP English teacher uses my writings from senior year in her college course) but i have lost my confidence.
So tear me a new one. I'm actually proud of this, hopefully im right
As I lie here tonight and think about the past,
I see mistakes and choices I never should have made.
Relationships I thought would always last,
Memories and the moments, have some begun to fade.
The road has been so long, with many twists and turns,
But those who walk a straight path never really learn.
I continued through the failures, I pushed through the pain,
I smile at the losses, because for them I'm not the same.
The story of my life plays like a movie, it reads just like a book.
A riddle of amazing memories, risky chances that I took.
My heart it has been broken, some pain will always stay;
But these are lessons we all learn, all along the way.
Slowly I reflect upon my thoughts, to see where I went wrong,
And for the first time in my life, this reflection is so clear.
These decisions I have made, these things I have done,
Are simply the equation,
To a sum that brought me here.
As I lie awake alone here in my bed,
In this same town you now rest your head.
The road has been tough, the future might be too,
But every decision was perfect, because it put me here with you.
This moment brings me comfort, as I ease off into sleep,
And no matter what may come, my heart you always keep.
I can't describe the feelings, your smile brings my way,
The things you make me feel, each and every day.
This poem has no end, no fade to it's glory.
This is simply a short portion,
Of our never ending story.