Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28607815-20160604093132

So I wrote this poem in my spare time of writing. And it's kinda long one. I don't know if it counts a creepy, but here goes.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, According to the heavens, My heart belongs to you.

I tried every way, to come out to you, but this small little letter, will just have to do.

Though you might brush it aside, Or say it can't be true, But alas, I assure you, I had always loved you.

Every since that day, I saw your sparkling smile, My whole life got brighter, Even if it's just for a while.

So please satisfy this poor soul, By hearing out her wish, Don't thrown this letter away, or leave it lying in a ditch.

I implore you to come and see me, The library is where I'll be, There you will have to decide, Whether you want to be with me.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)~

This letter I'm writing, Might be my last, we'll see, It all depends on your answer, That you'll undoubtedly give me.

I waited for you, waited for some time. For a glimpse of your face, a scene with your smile. Stars soon came, brighter than the eye could see, But not once did I see you, could it be because of me?

Did I do something wrong? Wordings or the location? Please tell what I can do, to fix this situation. Tell me as soon as possible, okay? Don't have to write much. I'll leave this letter on your table, just waiting for your touch.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)

Hello, it's me again. No, please don't throw this away. Don't leave it in the trash bin, where all the others lay. You keep brushing me off, I don't think you quite understand. I just want to see you, even if it's just to make amends.

Just know that I love you, as weird as that may be. You might have already known this, considering this is the third letter from me. You might be uncomfortable, weirded out I'm sure. Especially since this is from someone you have never saw.

But meeting me will assure you, I'm a romantic by heart. Loving you unconditionally, I can play my part. So I plead you to do yours, please meet up with me. The library after sundown is of course where I'll be.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)~

Give me a reason, anything, I don't care. This feeling inside me is something I cannot bear. Tell me please, why weren't you there? The letter is still on your table, ruined by a tear.

I don't understand, could this be your wish? To stay clear away from me, hoping I just perish? Despite my confession of love, the love that I cherish. You'd insist on keeping back, wanting it to banish?

How do you know you won't like me? You haven't even tried. I could be the one, after all. If you don't just pass me by.

I promise I'll show you, a love like no other, I'll keep on writing to you, knowing I'll be a bother. Waiting for the day that you'll finally see, That the person meant for you after all, is none other than me.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)~

Your house, bag, and clothes. Don't tell me you haven't seen, Now you know that I've been busy, and where I've been. This letter might be in your locker, your table, who knows? But now you're aware, that I love you the most.

I see your flustered face, somehow it's making me smile. You look so adorable, even from a mile. Now that you're reading this, I have but one request. How about leaving your curtains open? It's probably for the best.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)~

I read your letter, the one you left in the library. Seeing it, I was ecstatic, it was something of a rarity. In it, you asked and begged me to stop. But I don't think you quite understand, you're all that I got.

You said you couldn't return my feelings, and I should just move on. You even offered to be my friend, when all is said and done. Try as I might, I couldn't suppress a giggle. Love is a mysterious thing, ambiguous, like a riddle.

You got it all wrong, I don't want to be friends. Love is what I want, and what I'll get in the end. I realized you haven't seen me, what an idiot I've been. Let's change this fact, shall we? I'm sure you're eager to see.

Inside your table, a yearbook in a bind. Flip through the pages, darling. If you'd be so kind. A photo with my love, is what you'll find. Do whatever you want with it, I don't mind.

Just remember that I'll be the one you'll kiss. Hold, snuggle and cherish, life will be a bliss. So don't forget, don't give my love a miss. Doing so, I'll tell you now, will put you at risk.

09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)

My one, my only, true love. How it please me to see, you going up to people, wondering where I've been.

But the answers you got, left you with such a fright. Now you know why you haven't seen me, try as you might.

I should have seen this coming, considering with the way I've been, maybe if I hadn't push you, maybe if I wasn't so keen.

Maybe now you'll want to see me? Now that you know? Meeting me on your terms, a person without a soul. If only I wasn't pushy, this wasn't my goal.

Library after sundown, There, we were supposed to meet. My presence lingers only there, not something I can beat.

In time, I hope you'd come to see me as a person. But now you know that I'm nothing but a loveless apparition. Letters and notes filled with my love, were the only ways to defy the rules above.

In the end, you never got to see me. That much is true. The heavens made sure of that, Something I rue.

The other world beckons me, forcing me to the abyss. Having failed the request to them, which is to fulfill my wish.

This is truly my last letter to you, just one more chance before I'm done for good. Sorry if I scared you, it was never my intention. I just couldn't find another way to get you to pay attention.

I was getting desperate you see, my time running out. A stack of letter in my hands, placing them all about. But rest easy knowing, that soon, I'll be gone. No longer here to bother you, no longer a bond.

If only you would come through, the door is open, waiting for you. But alas, it won't come true, So this one last poem will have to do.

Brendanjoker (talk) 09:31, June 4, 2016 (UTC)

Roses are red, Violets are blue, according to my heart, I'm still in love with you.

Even after life, my feelings never wavered, So I begged God to grant me one last favor. To see you again, that is all I asked. He sent me back down, a little more than a husk.

Time and time again, the realization struck through. The horrible fact that I can never be with you. Living and the dead, we all cannot mix. The one up above, sent me down as a trick.

So one last time, I would like you to hear, A poor soul's confession, One unsaid for a year.

I truly really love you, nothing more to be said, nothing more to offer, since I'm already dead.

But just know this, I'll never truly be gone. I'll be watching from the heavens, watching you with fond. Because my love for you can never truly come apart, it is something so powerful, that not even death can do it part. 