The Death of a Poem (standard:drama, 0 words)
Author: Phil	Added: Jun 29 2001	Views/Reads: 3315/2221	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The narrator, Tom, a highschooler, is madly in love with a girl he's known for a long time. But will she go to the prom with him?

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mellowdramatically that I was in pain but I'd make it somehow.  Then 
she'd start crying and feeling bad for not going to the prom with me.  
Of course, I didn't really want to die, but I wanted the whole world to 
feel sorry for me. 

I just couldn't believe it.  Such a beautiful girl, such a perfect
creature, was going with that stupid, rotten, lousy jerk.  After all 
these years of loving her, it had been all been crushed on the jagged 
rocks of reality, of Henry Stonning.  To this day, the mention of his 
name hurts my feelings, ruins my whole day. 

I didn't go to the prom that year.  Or the year after.  I tried to get a
date the next year, but I was to learn that Stacey wasn't the only girl 
not interested in me. 

I don't know how long I stood in that parking lot in the rain.  But I
remember taking the poem out of my pocket, unfolding it, and reading it 
for the last time.  It was so beautiful.  But Stacey would never know 
that such a wonderful poem had been written for her; she would never 
hear these words. 

As I read each line expressing my love, the merciless rain plastered the
paper with huge spots of gray.  By the time I was finished, the paper 
was ruined and soggy.  I dropped it on the ground and stepped on it.  
Then, with my head hanging low, I slowly walked home.  Although my face 
was wet, I remember one warm drop of water moving down my cheek.  I 
think it was a tear.


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