Same Old Love Story Poem by Allysyn Bryant

Two people, lovers in mind
Know each other like on else could
Have separate dreams in opposite directions.
One is willing to give it all up
But then is asked
If they’d actually be happy living that way…?

He’s a farm boy, looking towards Georgia
She, she’s a city girl, seeking the world
Then in high school as young as they may be
They find they’re in love, not sure of what it could become…
Will it work? Or will it fall apart and fail?
None wanting to leave regret in their trail.

She knows his plans and dreams
Tears flow down her cheeks in streams.
He wants to settle now
Yet she’s not ready to slow down.
She wants to see the world
But at the same time
She wants to stay to be his wife.

She lets him go, but not before
Sorrow swallows her whole she walks up to him saying not a word
He already knows, so he simply turns away…
Shattered, hurt, and broken-hearted
They go separate ways, she hopes one day he’ll understand.

He doesn’t know what had happened.
He was there for her, true and sincere,
Looking back at him is his blue eyes filled with tears…
He wanted to stop her and beg her to stay,
But he knew she’d run before he ever got the chance to say,
“Please, Baby, don’t leave me this way”
In attempt to pull himself together, he washes his face.
Walks to his room and starts to pace.
Maybe he should leave, without a trace,
But then he couldn’t stand a day without seeing her face.
He’s in too deep; he should get some sleep,
But he’s too busy trying to find a way to save the love he wants to keep.

From the sunset hours to the morning light,
He paced and thought all through the night.
He wasn’t able to let her go, not without a fight.
That very morning, he called for her
It rang. And rang. It was her sister who answered.
She had gotten on a train.
All color from his face had drained.

Five years later things have changed
She’s in love with someone new.
He saw her on his way back to town and knew…
The sparkle in her eye, their kiss goodbye
There, in plain day’s view, were all the clues.

Both men silently watch her walk away
Then as if they already knew, they look at each other in a way.
Now they simple turn away,
Knowing that there was nothing left to say.

It’s the same old love story.
As time goes on, it’s a constant repeat of history
People make the same mistakes, causing their own misery
All because no one wants to be the first to say sorry.

November 6,2008