My childhood friend, was my first love.
A friendship that always bend, Like the edge of a clove.
Unsaid words heard by everyone
When he saw her eyes.
Though you hate me,
My love for you is always.
Last night you gave me some sweets,
I know we'll never meet.
She left as I stared at her footprints,
Glued to the lonely streets.
And there I stood,
Watching her leave - wordlessly, selfishly, cowardly.
I know she'll one day come to see me.
As her beautiful smile brighten for someone I wish could be me.
I loved her so dearly and I respected her even more.
I turned away, for all they'll say,
I'm left already, depressed and sore.
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Poems I Never Shared (COMPLETED)
PoetryPoetry, Another fruit from the tree of literature. WRITTEN BY Madinah Jolaade Abdul Poet and novelist. @Madinah_Writes Poetry is literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through lang...
