Dear Diary,
I saw him today,
His smile so warm,
It melts my heart.
I can't understand,
My feelings for him,
He's my best friend,
I know that from the start.
Our eyes met,
He waved his hand,
I smiled in return,
Hiding everything.
The day started,
Like any other day,
we laughed, told jokes,
Like it will be the last.
But one thing was extra special,
It's the way he treated me.
He carried my things,
And walked me home,
He held my hand,
Not wanting to let go.
I looked at him,
Searching for answers,
But what I saw,
Made me more puzzled.
uhm it's not yet finished but what do you think?
2007-09-22
22:41:48
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➔ Poetry
okay here's the continuation,
Dear diary,
He was different today,
He was smiling at me
As tears rolled down his face.
We arrived home,
And he bid goodbye,
I felt uneasy,
As if it means forever.
I opened my bag,
And saw a rose,
Attached to it,
A crumpled paper.
I read it carefully,
Every detail of it,
My heart was torn
As I read the last lines:
"I guess this is goodbye,"
Sorry for hiding it,
I will always love you,
And that's my promise to you."
2007-09-22
23:13:01 ·
update #1