I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

Deep in the night,

as she lay where she had tumbled,

from the pedestal upon which,

he had placed her.

Remembering the days of love and sunshine,

now only storm clouds and rain,

wondering if there would ever be,

someone else like him,

to pick her up and make her smile.

Wondering why she would want another guy,

just to break her heart again,

sipping wine by moonlight -

fallen and broken the pedestal smashed.

Smiles far between,

memories so painful,

she wanted to scream

and so she lay there,

hoping perhaps to dream,

but she knew that all of her best dreams,

would be of him,

the one who smashed her heart -

to a trillion smithereens.

No glue could put it all together

and she wished that her soul,

could take a flight,

to where her loved ones were,

where they could help her,

overcome the pain -

instead the tears fell like heavy rain.

A broken doll,

no toymaker to repair,

no one to care,

remembering the days,

of love and sunshine.

Hoping someday they’d come again,

this time they would last,

till then she’d push,

those memories aside,

till one day she could say,

she’d create her own,

days of love and sunshine,

no guy need disturb -

this, her house of bliss.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on March 16, 2018:

Thank you, Michael, for reading and for caring. Yes, in life we never know what might be around the bend. I have chosen to live for the sake of living and of course, for myself, that is why I finally was so thrilled to have my book out and for my darling Sid while he is still with me. Really that and my faith is all I need and I will get through it all.

DREAM ON on March 16, 2018:

The beauty we see and feel. Then we wonder when it is lost. Was it worth it ? All the fun times turned to rain. Well our brain plays heartless little tricks on us. We can easily get lost in the sadness that we receive. Soon the love that was so grand seems like little grains of sand. Unless we put aside our troubles for the time being. Remember how it was to be in love. The joy that keeps on giving. The untouchable feeling. Walking on air. I love to describe it. Feeling no fear. Like everything will be alright. No matter what happens. Things change and life is different. So different. How can we go back to that feeling. We can in our mind but not in our body. That was a different time and we were different too. Now what we can do. Is find a new love that will replace the old love. It just connects with all love. Through this we live our life. By experiencing all the different feelings in between. From the super highs. To the ultimate lows. This is where life is at in the present. Then we take what we always new and some how forgot. Life does not stay still but is always moving. We have to keep breathing. Sometimes life goes at a fast face faster than I want to go. I have no choice. It takes me where I have to go. I related to your poem and I am touched. Not just in words but in thought. Your picture of the heart in the sky so magnificent. I think we all want a love that comes from the heavens and last a lifetime. It is up to us to find it and up to us to enjoy it. I think it doesn't come in one form but many throughout our lives and we have to change our way of thinking or we will be stuck in one place forever. When we open our eyes we open our doors too. To a whole new world. We might not even have to travel to do it. The air we breathe is different. The sun we see is different too. Lets not forget the moon. So with every new breath may we take all the good that we have known and mix it with all the good soon to come. That is a beautiful life just where you are or wherever you do go. Thank you for sharing and caring.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on February 01, 2018:

Thank you, Lori.

Lori Colbo from United States on January 30, 2018:

Simply beautiful.

Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on January 30, 2018:

Thank you, Bronwen.

Thank you Robin.

Thank you Manatita and so true.

Sometimes it is best just to rely on oneself FlourishAnyway.

Hope you get that sunshine soon Bill. Meanwhile, bask in the love.

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on January 29, 2018:

Roses do love sunshine, but only when it is gentle and warm; if it becomes too hot the petals and leaves shrivel and dry up. Then it's the gentle tears from heaven that revive the bloom. Lovely analogy and poem.

Robin Carretti from Hightstown on January 28, 2018:

Love this greater insight to love and the video is so tranquil and relaxing away from all the hype it's just my words to hear a certain ambiance of love

manatita44 from london on January 28, 2018:

Sometimes life is so externally heavy, that it pushes us to create our own sunshine. After all, that's what we need, no?

Touching poem!

FlourishAnyway from USA on January 28, 2018:

I like the ending.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 28, 2018:

I've got the love. Now I need some sunshine. :)