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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Story of Us
[time] => 2012-08-08 19:36:49
[hometext] => A man looks back on a child he once met, a child he once later on never saw again. Yes, this is purely fictional.
[bodytext] => I had always thought that I knew you. When I first found you, Down by the river creek You looked like nothing more Than an innocent child, Clad in a snow white dress of flowers. You never spoke a word to me. I thought that you were mute, That something had happened to you To make you so meek To make you so docile And nothing more than a scared little lamb. Then I heard you sing. The sound resembled that of a dove's coo, So soft and gentle But full of an aching passion, A heart that wanted To speak to the world. Afterwords, you spoke your first words. I had found you Three days after my lover had died, And a week after I had heard you sing I was back to mourning, Relating to the then and now. They were comforting words. As I had bemoaned that it was all my fault You, Who had happened to have been by the door Spoke meekly, "You cannot blame yourself if it was something you couldn't stop To begin with." Later on, I learned to love you. You were quiet, And you stayed mute And you barely spoke another word, Uttering almost nothing to me in return During one-sided conversations. But you were like a daughter to me. You were the daughter I never had, The offspring I had once wished to sire With my now gone beloved. Fragile and meek you were, Gentle and sweet You showed yourself to be. That all changed, didn't it? One night, As I was searching for you in the woods That you had escaped into Late into the dark, I saw you. You were covered in blood. Crimson colored you, Scarlet roses Blooming terribly On top of your Familiar snow white dress of flowers. I was horrified. How could this have happened? A child You were, But ten grown men Were lying at your feet, Dead. There was no weapon in sight. You stared at me with eyes I didn't recognize. They were no longer wide with innocence, But the narrowed eyes Of those only an adult could possess. You walked away. You walked away from me, Without a single word To accompany your departure. That hurt me Inside. The same way you never spoke a word to me the first time we met. Down on the ground, Next to the place Where you feet once lay, Was a bloody piece of paper I didn't see before. I couldn't believe what I read. 'She tried to kill you.' -A That was it. It was one simple message, With one simple letter. The thing was, I didn't understand. Who was "A?" Who tried to kill me? Was it that child I had came to love? ...I didn't understand then, And I still don't understand much now. All I know is that you're gone, And I'm never going to see you again. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Ensis718 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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