I love this, I wish I could write poetry.

Frank Solanki

Every smile of hers was a blade

Cutting through each and every vein

The more it hurt, the more I would want

To feel the pain again

Oppurtunities slipped through my fingers

I never could quite express

How beautiful her eyes were

How lovely was her dress

She wrote me a letter once

We must be barely ten

She wanted to be friends with me

She found me cute back then

We became friends, talked a little

But it never really got too far

She forgot all about me and my heart

And left us as we are

How I wish that she could see

How I wish that she would know

I still read that letter everyday

It’s right there under my pillow

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