
Opening a broken Heart
Switched.
The rest of the day is quite boring except for a few more encounters with Kat, I kept looking for the boy around school but he was nowhere to be found. I dropped Sadie off at her house and drove home.i looked down at my poetry book and discovered i accidentally had Sadie's book. I walked inside and ran to my room. Curious about Sadie i opened the Journal and found at least 15 more poems which described her sadness and wanting for someone to love her. but then i came across one poem and it was full of longing and lost cause.
The only thing I thought I was good at is gone,
now where do I really belong?
I swore to myself that I'd never see the day,
where I'd wander from the path of light, to be led astray.
But where I am now lost within, a forest so deep and bitter,
where even the warmest breeze is as cold as winter.
The feelings overwhelm me so harshly,
maybe because I'm just not used to all this darkness.
I just wish a hand would reach out, to guide me home.
"Oh Sadie, what have you gotten into now?" i continued reading through the book and found poems of love at the end. "Who's this boy she's talking about?"
The only thing I thought I was good at is gone,
now where do I really belong?
I swore to myself that I'd never see the day,
where I'd wander from the path of light, to be led astray.
But where I am now lost within, a forest so deep and bitter,
where even the warmest breeze is as cold as winter.
The feelings overwhelm me so harshly,
maybe because I'm just not used to all this darkness.
I just wish a hand would reach out, to guide me home.
"Oh Sadie, what have you gotten into now?" i continued reading through the book and found poems of love at the end. "Who's this boy she's talking about?"
9/19/13