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Why?

A Story about Two Lovers

By Clyde SwobPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
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Why doesn't she speak?

Why does she freeze up in a conversation

She feels that the world is falling,

or she's falling out of the world.

No matter how bad things seem

They're always dreaming of

The day they can be

It's all a lie unless she speaks the truth,

but out of fear and shame that will

Never come true.

She feels like she's nothing

In the eyes of mankind,

but who would be so blind

to say one is nothing,

who is to say one is something?

She thought about everything

that was breaking her, hurting

her, killing her and making her

sanity drop to none.

Why does she wait?

Why does she believe?

"she is a doll who can't breathe!"

"Stupid."

"Dumb."

"Freak."

Shrieking in her dreams wailing

in her head she could never be able

to go to bed.

She thinks about life

and the souls who live it

she wants to live again,

but can she break from her

limits?

Why is she questioning herself?

Why is she trying to coop?

Until someone came along

from her lonely road of dismay

they came to cheer her on,

and help her break those chains.

"Why do you wail?"

"Why don't you sleep?"

"I can try to help mend your dreams."

"Take my hand and listen close..."

They start to hug her and pat

her head she feels...new, she

felt warm in the hands of someone

She didn't know she felt at ease to

let her feelings go.

"I know it's hard to change but it's the only

way you can break free of those chains."

They held her hands and with each tear

they made new strands of hope and fare.

" you can choose to fear, you can choose

to be free, you can choose your fate for

it is not up to me." She said "But how can I

break from my state of mind when I know

I'm so blind."

"Blind you are and as you may be

convinced that those chains will not let you flee,

yet little do you know you have already found

the key."

"Why do I live?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Why, can I come with you?"

"Heh, why yes you can."

And so they went hand in hand

doing new things because they can

she and they they and she

together they with be

never harassed,

or treated like trash.

they live in a land where

she was free and where they

can swim along side her

in an never ending sea of dreams.

love poems

About the Creator

Clyde Swob

I love making and writing adventure stories, love stories, and sifi (and others).

I'm a 17 year old artist.

Email me: [email protected]

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