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Hey ppls!! Still in the works (and needs some adjustment) but I just wrote a short story/poem....tell me what you think?
The Yellow Scarf
Okay, today is the day...
I must finish this...
Add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
It's strange, I know
Even though the signal is saying WALK,
I don't cross
Recently, I've been doing this almost everyday on my way to school
as if I'm waiting for something
but for what, exactly, I am not so sure.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Signal's red again
A sudden gust of cold wind whips at my face and body,
reminding me
even though it was the month of love,
February was ironically the coldest and dreariest month of the year.
Funny, isn't it?
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Re-wrapping my knit scarf around my neck
and waiting for the signal to say WALK again,
I suddenly almost jump from surprise,
"Hey, I love your yellow scarf! Wow, did you make it?"
I turn to my side and my eyes drift upwards,
meeting a pair of beautiful hazel eyes.
"Uh...um..yeah?"
His eyes twinkle and he smiles.
He gestures to his own tattered grey scarf,
"I wish I could have a warm scarf like yours! Mine's just dreadful."
I laugh in agreement
but deep inside, I am absolutely entranced...
Suddenly, February's bitter winds doesn't seem so cold anymore
and all I could see and feel
is the warmth radiating from him,
filling the empty and cold corners of my soul.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Too lost in the warmth and beauty,
the only small rational part of myself promises to make him a scarf
by Valentines Day
A beautiful yellow one too
one to match mine.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
WALK
Suddenly, I am wrenched back into the real world.
He turns away from me,
begins to cross the street
but stops midway and looks back at me
He holds out his hand and smiles...
Should I cross too?
The signal starts blinking...
I run.
add a stitch, drop a stitch.
Okay, now I just have to cast off..
I'm done.
I quietly say to myself,
"I should probably leave now and give it.
I worked so hard on this that, I wouldn't be able to bear it
if I couldn't give it on time..."
I wrap the beautiful scarf up in some parchment
and put it into my backpack.
As I finally reach the crosswalk,
the early morning snow begins to fall and swirl around me.
The signal is red.
I am waiting again but this time,
I know why.
I kneel, gently unzip my backpack and put my hand inside,
picking up the wrapped gift,
tearing the parchment apart
I hold the beautiful yellow scarf in my hands for a moment,
observing my hardwork...
I slowly get up and turn,
"Hi, it's me again..
I know we only met once
and we hardly exchanged words
but still...
that one time we met
It was so unbelievable...
you made me feel so alive,
so warm,
so happy.
At that moment, I realized why I couldn't cross the street...
Deep inside, I was afraid of crossing alone
...I was so lonely.
But you changed my world completely around,
even though
the only thing you did was smile
and hold your hand out to me.
For that reason,
I knew I had to keep my promise,
a promise I made to myself and to you."
Mustering up the courage within me
I tie the beautiful scarf around the nearby pole
where hundreds of lit candles were pooled below,
with infinite trails of soft wax tears left on the concrete pavement.
"A warm yellow scarf, just as promised.
Happy Valentines Day..."
The Yellow Scarf
Okay, today is the day...
I must finish this...
Add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
It's strange, I know
Even though the signal is saying WALK,
I don't cross
Recently, I've been doing this almost everyday on my way to school
as if I'm waiting for something
but for what, exactly, I am not so sure.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Signal's red again
A sudden gust of cold wind whips at my face and body,
reminding me
even though it was the month of love,
February was ironically the coldest and dreariest month of the year.
Funny, isn't it?
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Re-wrapping my knit scarf around my neck
and waiting for the signal to say WALK again,
I suddenly almost jump from surprise,
"Hey, I love your yellow scarf! Wow, did you make it?"
I turn to my side and my eyes drift upwards,
meeting a pair of beautiful hazel eyes.
"Uh...um..yeah?"
His eyes twinkle and he smiles.
He gestures to his own tattered grey scarf,
"I wish I could have a warm scarf like yours! Mine's just dreadful."
I laugh in agreement
but deep inside, I am absolutely entranced...
Suddenly, February's bitter winds doesn't seem so cold anymore
and all I could see and feel
is the warmth radiating from him,
filling the empty and cold corners of my soul.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
Too lost in the warmth and beauty,
the only small rational part of myself promises to make him a scarf
by Valentines Day
A beautiful yellow one too
one to match mine.
add a stitch, drop a stitch,
WALK
Suddenly, I am wrenched back into the real world.
He turns away from me,
begins to cross the street
but stops midway and looks back at me
He holds out his hand and smiles...
Should I cross too?
The signal starts blinking...
I run.
add a stitch, drop a stitch.
Okay, now I just have to cast off..
I'm done.
I quietly say to myself,
"I should probably leave now and give it.
I worked so hard on this that, I wouldn't be able to bear it
if I couldn't give it on time..."
I wrap the beautiful scarf up in some parchment
and put it into my backpack.
As I finally reach the crosswalk,
the early morning snow begins to fall and swirl around me.
The signal is red.
I am waiting again but this time,
I know why.
I kneel, gently unzip my backpack and put my hand inside,
picking up the wrapped gift,
tearing the parchment apart
I hold the beautiful yellow scarf in my hands for a moment,
observing my hardwork...
I slowly get up and turn,
"Hi, it's me again..
I know we only met once
and we hardly exchanged words
but still...
that one time we met
It was so unbelievable...
you made me feel so alive,
so warm,
so happy.
At that moment, I realized why I couldn't cross the street...
Deep inside, I was afraid of crossing alone
...I was so lonely.
But you changed my world completely around,
even though
the only thing you did was smile
and hold your hand out to me.
For that reason,
I knew I had to keep my promise,
a promise I made to myself and to you."
Mustering up the courage within me
I tie the beautiful scarf around the nearby pole
where hundreds of lit candles were pooled below,
with infinite trails of soft wax tears left on the concrete pavement.
"A warm yellow scarf, just as promised.
Happy Valentines Day..."