PuX- Poetry

"Don't Cry Alina"
Don't Cry Alina,
I'll love you forever.
I'll cherish our memories,
Our dances in the moon light.
I'll miss hearing your voice in the late hours.
I'll Love you Forver
Your love for me was more than mezmorizing.
Your eyes, the way they twinkled in the sun.
Don't cry Alina,
I'll always love you.

I'm sure we are both sorry for what we have done.
We might regret what we said.
Refused to listen when it was needed.
I'm sorry, but things may never be the same.

"Storybook"
Who knew a good story would end?
Why would the princess find love in the Beast?
Who knew you'd have regreted kissing the frog?
Why did the ogere rescue the princess?
Who knew?
Why did our story not ebd like all the rest?

The revolving door and the idiot that never moved.
The sewn heart stitched to my sleeve, ripped to pieces.
Dances in the rain always ending with one word.

Why would a good story end?
The princess, now a prisoner in her own home.
The beautiful girl locked in the highest tower.
The girl unable to show her face.
Who knew?
Why didn't the stories never show reality?

The letters you sent, breaking hearts.
The dreams that should have never started.
The story that needed to be closed.

The story.
Your love.
My heart.
Who knew?
Why?

"Her Pink Backpack"
How would I know that one word could hurt so bad?
I didn't think about the future,
but about the past.
The past, when we met.
When we shared our secrets.

We were each other's company.
We knew the words when they weren't spoken,
Felt the tears before they fell.

When we shared our laughs,
we shared our pains.
Through tears and through laughter
we felt the joy and the sorrow.

So when we said our goodbyes,
we knew what we'd throw away.
I've regreted goodbye, many times.

When I think about why the bomb exploded,
The letters rush back and haunt me.
The pain it took to write 'Goodbye,'
Then re-reading my letter and deside to follow through,
hurt more.

And once again, 'Goodbye' is written.
But when our pathes cross,
I wont say 'Goodbye'...