Once I wrote a lot of poems
every day I sat down writing
pouring my heart out
for this one boy

I thought I found my boy,
told me we could not be
he was not ready...

I went from loving to heartbroken
I could not believe
the time went bye so fast
he did not want me...

I promised myself to not
fall for a boy for a while,
I felt alone and not important
I felt like a drop of water in the big sea..

Everyone aroud me had a girlfriend
or a boyfriend
I envied them for looking
so happy..
I wanted that to

Then you showd up
I was not interested at first
but I fell for you
I fell hard
you took my heart

And now,
I sit here again writing..
poems to you
I hope you love them

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Why is it that,
as a culture,
we are more comfortable seeing
two men holding guns than
holding hands?

''Ernest gaines''