Matt and I had a wonderful time in Hollywood. You all know he's a famous singer, though. Even though he told me he wouldn't leave...guess what? He did. Yes, I was really sad about him leaving me again. Maybe I wouldn't see him for three more years, then how would I feel about him? Would I be mad at him? Or would I still love him? I didn't know, but time would tell...at least...that's what I thought.
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"So, don't you have to leave tomorrow?" I asked sitting by him on the couch. He sighed. My heart was pounding and I had no idea why.
"Yeah." He replied. I nodded and sat back on the couch. I knew he didn't want to leave me, but a part of me was saying different. Of course! He missed all of those girls screaming and running after him-wait-then why did he-
"Why did you kiss me?" I asked nervously. He looked shocked that I asked that for a second. I guess he noticed it wasn't a big deal.
"I-I don't know-but don't mention it again, okay?" I smiled.
"Okay." I said. If you think I was being sweet and telling the truth, man, were you wrong. I hated it hat he kissed me and then acted like it didn't happen.
So, there I was. Sora Takenouchi. Sitting next to Matt Ishida, lead singer for the Teenage Wolves, who did like me, but didn't now. I think most girls would agree that guys (Especially this one) are really...complicated.
"So-you don't-like-me?"
"Sora, look. It was a kiss. A stupid, lip locking for two seconds kiss. It meant nothing."
"Maybe not to you." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing. Actually, it's none of your business." I snapped. I really didn't mean to it just kinda...slipped?
"Tell me."
"Fine. Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes." I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding and this time I knew why. I was shaky and my hands were sweating as I let the words flow out of my mouth. It was like slow motion to me. I couldn't even hear my own words.
"I....love...you..." When I opened my eyes (which I didn't noticed were closed) he got up and walked to the door.
"Matt-where are you-"
"Sora, we were just friends nothing more, and we made a pact when we met that we wouldn't fall for each other."
"Do you actually expect for us to keep our feelings for each other hidden? We were eleven. We didn't know about love! And we didn't promise. We just said we wouldn't.And you said we were friends...what we aren't now? Never mind go! I'm just a freak! GO!" I yelled. He looked me in the eyes.
"At least we had fun for awhile. Well, bye."
"Yeah, bye." I said slowly drying my tears. He nodded. "Yeah." He said softly before walking out.
"I don't need him." I told myself aloud. Well, that was a big contridiction. I made it halfway up the stairs before sitting down to sob. My head hurt so bad from crying and the pressure I was under. I wanted to leave that place...I wanted to runaway...I wanted to die.
"Damn you Sora, Damn you!"
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****Once there was a man who had an orange shirt.
Once there was a girl who went out dancing in a skirt.
Once there was a park they found they fed the frantic ducks.
Once there was a couple, happy, who couldn't believe their luck.
Once they went out dancing, and a candled dinner date.
Once early in the morning she surrendered to her fate.
Once he said "I love you" and she had to love him too.
Once they had a future, happy when one and one made two.
Now they are both lonely, now they live alone.
Now he has a cold and empty (tidy) hollow home.
Now she has a fountain, tears where once there was a heart.
Now he has decided that they really have to part.
Now that he has nothing, he feels he is complete.
Now that she can't dance again, her heart weighs down her feet.
Now he thinks about her, all the memories locked away.
Now he tries so hard to forget the happy laughing days.
Is she thinking of him still? Does she cry still, now and then?
Is she ever going to win back the man she loves again?
Is he glad it's over? Can he get on with his life?
Is he really so very certain she would have made a useless wife?
Given all the laughter, fun and sunny times they had.
Given all the heartache, lies and times he made her mad.
Given all the tears now, the loneliness and pain.
Given all the risks, would she do it all again?
Can he really say that he won't want her back one day?
Can he really like his life now better in this way?
Can he forget her face, the mess, the giggles and the love?
Can he find someone else to love him more than she could love?
If she really loved him, he said she'd let him go.
If he understood her feelings then he would know that it's not so.
If he were less stubborn, if she could care much less.
If they had never spoken there wouldn't be this sorry mess.
But time has taken prisoners, their lives are now entwined.
But even if they never meet again, the past is not left behind.
But can she start all over? Just forget him and move on?
But even if she can, will he be glad with what he's won?
Is that really what he wants, to never see her smiling face again?
Will it make him happy, will he live on without pain?
Will he be thinking of her, is he too proud to cry?
Will it wrench his heart in two if he sees her kiss another guy?
And can she forgive his faults, and accept him as he is.
She wants to have him back and say there's nothing to forgive.
He's told her that she's crazy, that he may never want her back.
She's told him that she loves him and though its a risk, she'll live with that.
She wants him to live with patience, to give him time to heal.
The past is not yet over and it's left a scar so real.
We don't choose who we can love, and love doesn't really die.
You can find it in your heart again, I love you, so please try. ****
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Poem By: Mandy Turner
Found At: www.netpoets.com
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"So, don't you have to leave tomorrow?" I asked sitting by him on the couch. He sighed. My heart was pounding and I had no idea why.
"Yeah." He replied. I nodded and sat back on the couch. I knew he didn't want to leave me, but a part of me was saying different. Of course! He missed all of those girls screaming and running after him-wait-then why did he-
"Why did you kiss me?" I asked nervously. He looked shocked that I asked that for a second. I guess he noticed it wasn't a big deal.
"I-I don't know-but don't mention it again, okay?" I smiled.
"Okay." I said. If you think I was being sweet and telling the truth, man, were you wrong. I hated it hat he kissed me and then acted like it didn't happen.
So, there I was. Sora Takenouchi. Sitting next to Matt Ishida, lead singer for the Teenage Wolves, who did like me, but didn't now. I think most girls would agree that guys (Especially this one) are really...complicated.
"So-you don't-like-me?"
"Sora, look. It was a kiss. A stupid, lip locking for two seconds kiss. It meant nothing."
"Maybe not to you." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing. Actually, it's none of your business." I snapped. I really didn't mean to it just kinda...slipped?
"Tell me."
"Fine. Do you really wanna know?"
"Yes." I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding and this time I knew why. I was shaky and my hands were sweating as I let the words flow out of my mouth. It was like slow motion to me. I couldn't even hear my own words.
"I....love...you..." When I opened my eyes (which I didn't noticed were closed) he got up and walked to the door.
"Matt-where are you-"
"Sora, we were just friends nothing more, and we made a pact when we met that we wouldn't fall for each other."
"Do you actually expect for us to keep our feelings for each other hidden? We were eleven. We didn't know about love! And we didn't promise. We just said we wouldn't.And you said we were friends...what we aren't now? Never mind go! I'm just a freak! GO!" I yelled. He looked me in the eyes.
"At least we had fun for awhile. Well, bye."
"Yeah, bye." I said slowly drying my tears. He nodded. "Yeah." He said softly before walking out.
"I don't need him." I told myself aloud. Well, that was a big contridiction. I made it halfway up the stairs before sitting down to sob. My head hurt so bad from crying and the pressure I was under. I wanted to leave that place...I wanted to runaway...I wanted to die.
"Damn you Sora, Damn you!"
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****Once there was a man who had an orange shirt.
Once there was a girl who went out dancing in a skirt.
Once there was a park they found they fed the frantic ducks.
Once there was a couple, happy, who couldn't believe their luck.
Once they went out dancing, and a candled dinner date.
Once early in the morning she surrendered to her fate.
Once he said "I love you" and she had to love him too.
Once they had a future, happy when one and one made two.
Now they are both lonely, now they live alone.
Now he has a cold and empty (tidy) hollow home.
Now she has a fountain, tears where once there was a heart.
Now he has decided that they really have to part.
Now that he has nothing, he feels he is complete.
Now that she can't dance again, her heart weighs down her feet.
Now he thinks about her, all the memories locked away.
Now he tries so hard to forget the happy laughing days.
Is she thinking of him still? Does she cry still, now and then?
Is she ever going to win back the man she loves again?
Is he glad it's over? Can he get on with his life?
Is he really so very certain she would have made a useless wife?
Given all the laughter, fun and sunny times they had.
Given all the heartache, lies and times he made her mad.
Given all the tears now, the loneliness and pain.
Given all the risks, would she do it all again?
Can he really say that he won't want her back one day?
Can he really like his life now better in this way?
Can he forget her face, the mess, the giggles and the love?
Can he find someone else to love him more than she could love?
If she really loved him, he said she'd let him go.
If he understood her feelings then he would know that it's not so.
If he were less stubborn, if she could care much less.
If they had never spoken there wouldn't be this sorry mess.
But time has taken prisoners, their lives are now entwined.
But even if they never meet again, the past is not left behind.
But can she start all over? Just forget him and move on?
But even if she can, will he be glad with what he's won?
Is that really what he wants, to never see her smiling face again?
Will it make him happy, will he live on without pain?
Will he be thinking of her, is he too proud to cry?
Will it wrench his heart in two if he sees her kiss another guy?
And can she forgive his faults, and accept him as he is.
She wants to have him back and say there's nothing to forgive.
He's told her that she's crazy, that he may never want her back.
She's told him that she loves him and though its a risk, she'll live with that.
She wants him to live with patience, to give him time to heal.
The past is not yet over and it's left a scar so real.
We don't choose who we can love, and love doesn't really die.
You can find it in your heart again, I love you, so please try. ****
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Poem By: Mandy Turner
Found At: www.netpoets.com