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The Unfolding

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               She scribbled love words onto a itchy piece of parchment.
               Words laced with emotion and meaning.
               Words dipped in the sticky pink goo that was her love.
               She re-read her note. And smiled.
               It was perfect.

               When the lunch bell rang she passed by locker 164.
               She slipped the neatly folded letter through the cracks.
               Letting out a breath of relief she kept on walking.

         
               While roses are blue and violets are red,
                  while the sky drops and ground releases the dead,
                  while mountains bow and seas roar their pleasure,
                  I dream of you and listen to my heart's lecture.

                  Nights are too long and too quiet without you.
                  Days are too short when I share the same air as you.
                  Oh how I wish we could float in space.
                  How I wish you would take me from this place.
                  
                  One day I hope to wake and find you laying next to me.
                  I pray that one day you will hold my house key.
                  I dream of lying next to you and trying to count the stars,
                  And listen to you try and convince me you could catch them in jars.
                  
                  God created half of me, and I know that I have found my other.
                  The man of my dreams, no cousin, no father, no brother.
                  My heart skips a beat when you walk past me and smile.
                  It thuds when I dream it is my number you will dial.
                                                                 <3 Elizabeth


             He inspects the letter and runs his thumb over the itchy paper.
             His lips curled into that sweet white smile of his.
             Glancing to the side he tucks the letter into his jean pocket.
             And heads home.

             It was seven at night, he had locked himself in his poster lined room.
             He sat on his window sill, half in his house, half on the second story roof.
             His pen scratched nosily as he neatly wrote his own words of love.
             His words dripped with confidence and promises, beautifully wrapped.

                   Dear girl, have no fear.
                      You're superman is here.
                      I will sweep you off your feet,
                      like the wind carries the sleet.
                     
                      This earth is our playground.
                      I will wipe away your frowns.
                      I will be your crying shoulder.
                      I will be your motionless boulder.
                       
                      Beautiful Angel, keep breathing.
                      Because your Knight is not leaving.
                      Listen to all the notes your heart is singing.
                      Stay faithful in all you are believing.
   
                      I too, dream of being the man you come home to.
                      I dream of comforting you, when you are blue.
                      Your slender fingers, I pray, I will hold in mine.
                      Our goodbye will be the day that the stars don't shine.
                                                              <3 Jack


          The next day she skipped school to go to the old train station.
          She spent all her free time there, wandering around the abandoned cars.
          The cool November wind tousled her hair and gained a smile from her.
          Simply wonderful. A overcast sky. Gentle wind. A low roar of thunder.
   
          That same day he had skipped school, and he sat comfortably inside a car.
          Strumming lovely melodies on his carmal coloured guitar. Smiling wide.
          His note to her lay inside his pocket, warming him as the wind howled.
          The sweet sounds drifted along the wind, carrying the echos.
         
          Her head tilted slightly to her left, her eyes shut, and she listened.
          The breeze carried something new. The voice of the landscape? Was it calling?
          No. A silent laugh escaped her lips. And she and her journal skipped off.
          In search of this mysterious voice.

          He had gotten lost in his music, his strumming became more violent.
          The notes bounced joyfully of the metal train car walls.
          He bit his lip to keep the exitcided smile from growing larger.
          That was when he heard the perfect voice singing the lyrics of his music.

          She tucked some hair behind her ear, leaning against the door of the car.
          Her journal pressed protectivly to her chest, she leaned her head towards him.
          And smirked at his surprised expression.
          She stepped away from the car, her blue eyes never leaving his frame.

          He had no choice but to follow, he had hoped she would come here...
          ...her friends said this was the place she loved the most...
          ...so he would give her a reason to love this place even more.
          Hopping out of the train car he continued to play, gentler now.
      
          She lead him towards the center of the station singing his lyrics still.
          His friends had let her borrow the sheet music.
          When she sang the last word, she watched him push his guitar behind his back.
          And again, her head tilted as he reached for something buried in his pocket.

          He slowly brought out his poem in response to her own. He read it to her.
          When he finished he glanced up at her to see that she was smiling wide.
          And too his delight he returned her hug and spun her around in his arms.
          For so long he felt this day would never come. That it would pass him by.

          And the girl called Elizabeth, found more reason to love her train station.
          When the years passed, her husband Jack had their two story house built.
          Right in the middle.
          Right where their love began.

                       
  "I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."
Daphne Rae



                  
^^ I feel like writing love stories. This happens to be my favorite one because I really like the poems they wrote to each other.
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hinatakaname's avatar
It's a really beautiful and inspiring piece. I am glad I read it!:la: