Hiya!
So the last time I tried to post this, it came out coded. I'm gonna try posting it again and hopefully this time it'll work. Basically what this is, is a poem I wrote based on Hell Bent and how the Doctor forgot Clara. I hope you enjoy it! ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of its characters. That belongs to BBC. However, I do own the way the story was written. those were my ideas based on something made by BBC. This is a fan made product and is not to be taken seriously.
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I remember it like it was yesterday
But the picture remains hazy forever more.
The last thing I remember were my hands in hers
Then the world went black as my head hit the floor.
.
I woke up a few hours later,
I had no idea where I was.
It felt like something was missing.
The problem was that I didn't know what.
.
Slowly I sat up
And took a look around.
My location was unfamiliar,
I felt lonely but still safe and sound.
.
With a groan I got to my feet.
I still didn't know where I was
Or what I was missing,
It was all one giant fuzz.
.
What does this mean?!
I yelled to the air.
My brain desperately grasped for the pieces
But nothing came, because nothing was there.
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I took a deep breath and tried to focus.
What was missing? I asked
I soon realized it within a few moments.
It wasn't a very hard task.
.
Countless times I've heard,
Countless times people've told me.
Never be alone,
Always be with somebody.
.
And that's when it clicked!
That last final piece.
My companion was missing.
To find her would be a task of ease!
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But then my face drooped
As the realization dawned.
I couldn't even remember her face,
Any trace of her was gone.
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I tried to remember
The feel of her caress.
The mothy sent of her cloths,
The gentle feel of her arms around my neck.
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I don't remember her hair,
Or if she had a cute little nose.
I don't remember if she liked lilies
Or preferred the lush sent of the rose.
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I felt completely helpless,
Just standing there raking my brain.
I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell.
I wanted to see her over again.
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But then it came.
It seeped through the wall,
I could remember her name.
Six syllables, three words, Clara Oswin Oswald.
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My eyes misted with happiness,
My feet danced with joy.
I'd get her back no matter what.
Even if I had to go to the capital of Illinois.
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I picked up my guitar,
And started to stroll.
And off again I went.
It seemed as if I was on a roll.
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So I searched and I searched and I searched and I searched.
I was certain that when the job was done
After I found her, I would know
That she would be the one.
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But as time went on I wasn't so sure.
What if I'd passed her one day?
What if I searched for way too long
And she was well on her way?
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There was feeling I had inside of me.
Something that kept me going.
Something that told me to never stop.
Like a boat in an ocean that's constantly rowing.
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Then one day I arrived in a desert.
Someplace that was felt heavy-hearted.
It was an old abandoned restaurant.
I walked in and said "lets get this thing started."
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There was one girl manning the counter.
She smiled when I walked in.
There was recognition in her eyes.
They looked unusually dim.
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I sat down on one of the bar stools.
She introduced herself to me.
I strummed my guitar, played her a song
And began to tell her my story.
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I talked about Ice warriors,
Fish in the rain.
I talked about planets
And mummies on trains.
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She did something funny.
As I weaved the events.
At times her eyes sparkled with laughter.
But for the most part, they held back tears, always wet.
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And when I was done I told her this,
"If I met her again, I would absolutely know."
This time, it seamed she couldn't hold back.
Her smile disappeared and a frown started to grow.
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We said our good-byes
And I walked out the door.
I didn't think she was the one.
That was for sure.
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But then the wind blew,
And I heard a faint noise.
The dinner was starting to fade.
Along with the girl and her sweet, comforting voice.
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When I looked again,
The dinner had gone.
But what was left in its place,
Had my conclusions redrawn.
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There stood my TARDIS,
The paint bold and blue.
Somebody had painted flowers over it.
And in that instant I knew.
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The waitress at the restaurant
Was no ordinary girl.
She was my companion,
The one who helped me keep order in the world.
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I stepped aboard and the lights turned on.
My insides felt warm.
She was welcoming me home,
My smile started to form.
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It was then that I saw the chalk board.
With the sketchy, white lettering.
She had left me a message,
My hearts started stuttering.
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I stared at the white letters
They left me to ponder.
They said "Run you clever boy,
"And be a Doctor."
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Beside it was my old jacket,
Velvety and red.
When I put it on,
I understood what it meant.
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The jacket was symbolic,
Her final goodbye.
I don't know what had happened to her.
Maybe she'd died.
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She wanted her memory to rest in peace,
And, like I always did,
She wanted me to run
Not to search for where she had hid.
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So respecting her wishes,
I whisked myself away.
To the depth of the universe.
I felt very lost but I'd find my way.
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K hopefully this was readable. Idk what happened the last time I tired to post this. Thanks for reading and don't forget to leave a review on your way out!