Love Could Be Found In Basketball, And The Heart Can Lead To Dark Corners Poem by sweet girl

My heart wishes for one thing and one thing only,
It's that each opinion and love be worth a second thought.
But could I really give it that?
When all I do is follow it and let it lead me to dark corners.

Each time I have the courage to say what I want,
It dies every time my heart wishes to do something else.
It may have been a mistake,
Or was it really a sweet good bye taken into action?

I know I may never see you again,
But it won't hurt to try and tell you everything.
Thats when I know my heart is cleared;
From the fog in my heart that closes off my emotion.

I wish for the day that my heart will finally become clear,
That my true feelings would be spoken along with my own voice.
Not everyday I get the courage to say 'i love you'
And mean it.

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This was my last chance to say something to him. My last chance to see him. My last chance. I know I had to leave really soon, so while waiting for my friends to get ready to go, I decided to go find him.

He was alone on the court, taking shots from the three-point line across the court. I decided to go up behind him and then just say good bye; but as I was walking towards him, he then decided to go with his teamates and celebrate with them. It looked awkward as I was in his way for no reason.

'Before I go.... I just wanna say, it was nice knowing you.'

'Same here.' A silience filled the gym. He thought I was done talking, so he took a step and another and another. I couldn't let it just end like this. I knew I was gonna regret never saying something to him. I Couldn't take it anymore, but I listened to my heart instead. I had finally cleared everything up, took a deep breath and ran towards him.

Once I got within arms-reach, I hugged him from behind. Thats when my heart decided to take it's turn controlling what I did. I soon found myself sliently crying on his shoulder, and whispering 'I love you.' over and over again.

I only heard him breathe and his heart pound. Soon I did hear him say something.

'Have you ever wished for something everytime you shot the ball and it went 'swish'? '

I didn't know about a basketball wish, but I have heard of it, just never tried it. But gave him a samll yes in reply.

'They also say when basketball comes to a seasonal end like winter or summer, we thrive for a new thrill to fill the basketball void, or any void.'

I didn't understand him, but I kept holding on to him. Soon, he turned around to face me, but held my arms, gazied into my eyes, and said,

'The basket I just made went swish right? '

I nodded and sontinued to listen with my ears, eyes, heart and soul.

'The wish I made was to make sure I never forgot a single thing. To make sure, I did my best this season.' He paused and said another thing that involved basketball. I really had to leave then, so I told him my email and said goodbye.

Once I got home, I realized that my heart led me to another dark lonely corner. 'What have I done! I can't believe that was it! I'm never gonna see him again! I hate this! '

My place made me think and think. And I needed to go out and just well, I didn't really know also. I ran to the park bringing my basketball with me. I played till I got all the confusion out of me.

'They also say when basketball comes to a seasonal end like winter or summer, we thrive for a new thrill to fill the basketball void, or any void.'

What the hell did he mean?

I took a shot out of frustration from the three point line, the basket was a swish, then out of curiousity, I wished.

'I wish I could see him right now, talk to him and tell him everything.'

And guess what.... Nothing happened.

I shot some more, and headed toward the swings. I just sat there, looking at the thousands of eyes watching over me and the one who claimed my heart, the one who was suppose to be my catcher, adn the one... I terribly loved.

My heart turned off, knowing it's purpose was over and donebefore it even started. I didn't need it anymore, and it knew that. As it turned off, I felt a strange change inside of me. My eyes started to fall, I felt everything going down. Everything soon didn't matter. Then it all went blank.

When my eyes decided to wake up, my surroundings made my instincts act up. I wasn't at the park, or at anybodys house I knew. I was somewhere else where my eyes have never wandered.

'Are you okay? ' I remembered that voice. The sincerity of it. My eyes went fuzzy after hearing his voice. Soon, tears fall down my cheeks.

'Hey? ! Are you okay? ! '

I felt the figure brush away my tears with his hand, the touch was sincere and caring. I missed this. I needed a hug from him, so once he pulled his hand away, I pulled his arms to me.

'I'm sorry, but I can't deal with the pain of missing you.' I cried some more, and continued, ' I need you in my life. I don't care what happens to me, I need you.'

I felt him pull me closer, The warmth of his body warmed me up well; before I was so cold after my heart had turned off. Now with him here, I felt alive and warm.

'You know about my swish-wish, ' he stopped the hug to look into my eyes, 'I wished that, I'd get to see you again and tell you how I really feel.'

'I've felt the same ever since I finally met you.'

'No wait, Let me talk.' I sat there and started to listen.

'I don't know why, but seeing you that day, and then seeing you weeks or days later, made me realize something. That this world will only give us only one chance to say something, and if we really love or wish to see that person again; this world will grant us that. I saw you last night, on the swings just looking up, then fall.' He took a seat beside me then continued, 'I knew it was you, cuase the park some how called me, I ran to you, and brought you here. So before I never see you again, I just wanna say.....? I Love You'

'I looked at him, and decided it was my turn, ' I could never live on withot telling you what you meant to me either. I thought about the next basketball season and what you said, so I went to the park. But my heart or soul kinda led me there. I began to play, and think. And the one thing that always kept popping to my head while thinking about basketball was you.'

'Same here. Becuase to me, basketball is another type of love, almost another type 'photography'. So to me, you are basketball. My heart's empty space yearns for you.'

'I love you, and I mean it'

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