Fault in our stars poem

I do not take credit for the storyline, the credit of that goes to John Green. It is NOT my personal story! This poem is inspired by the book "The Fault in Our Stars".

His piercing blue eyes were so intense, so deep,

They are all I can think about when I try to sleep.

His lips were always so soft and yielding under mine,

I just wish I could have felt them one more time.

I thought of the bottled stars, funky bones and yes, my depressing swing set,

I could have borne a million of those if in exchange some time I could get.

I have no clue of what wrong he had done,

That God sent him to his grave so young.

If he was here he would definitely roll his eyes,

And lecture me about how short life is and how time flies.

Wasn't it supposed to be the other way round?

Him the one crying and me being laid in the ground?

But here I am alive with no good reason to live,

I have nothing but he, he had so much to give

But he isn't here, and he never again will be,

I am bound and dead though alive and free.

I, his 'special friend' was called upon to read his eulogy,

To talk about what he meant to us, oh, what he meant to me!

There are no words to express what he meant to me,

So I decided to instead let it be.

I stole a glance at his body, so still, so pale

It will die with us, yes it will, our little love tale

So I gathered myself and spoke for the sake of those alive,

It wasn't what I had prepared, but I knew it would suffice,

A silent tear escaped and traveled down my cheek,

My voice broke, I couldn't trust myself to speak.

I think we deserved another year or month or day or a few hours,

But I guess it was just the Fault in our stars.

I will be honest with y'all I have cried way too many times reading this book. I absolutely love it. It gets me in my feels. I love John Green's writing style too. So if you are looking for book recommendations, I would wholeheartedly recommend all of his books. I must warn you though, they might make you tear up a bit.

This poem was written by me in 8th grade, in the middle of my music class in school. I was so caught up in my feels after finishing this book that I just had to write it. It was so long ago that I forgot that I had written this. But I found the crumpled paper on which I had written this while cleaning my drawers. And might I say, I am proud of it. I love how simply I have conveyed the essence of the book.

Anyway, another thing I wanted to point out was that I hate blogs that would beat around the bush for hours before getting to the point. So I will be extremely careful to avoid doing that here. More often than not you will find what the post is about in the first paragraph itself. If it is long, we will give you are two-sentence summary at the start.

Lots of love,

Joy.

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