Blossom

Dear Carnelia

_______

Thursday morning
With the bright sun up
You are leaning
On the front of the door
With your coffee cup

Trying to take a dip
While holding your books
But it lost balance, causing a rooks
I really wish, I could have helped you
In picking them up

But we have never actually met
And I would like to keep it that way
My identity as your anonymous friend
Gives me a sense of relief
I hope you understand my serenity.

My dear friend, Carnelia
Do you really want to meet me?
But I am afraid, I can't guarantee a
Time where we both agree
But Time might not be the issue
It's just I don't wish you to hate me

Then in the last music class
You hair got struck
On the strings of your guitar
Where you screamed and laughed
At your absurd kind of luck

How can you make 
everything so interesting
That even your mistakes
Are just beautiful memories
That i can't help but embrace

My dear Carnelia
Thank you for bringing the blessing
Of joy in my world
Like the cold wind caressing
And dancing with your brown curls

Like the shadows in the dark
Waiting to catch the glimpse
Of that quirky bright smirk
That bring out the colour of your lips

Thank you for staying with me
Even though you didn't know a thing
Nor I gave you the reason to trust
The persona I pulled in front

My love, My Carnelia
Do you want to know?
What do I feel about you?
What did you mean to me?

What I felt when you
Were so nervous, to confess to him?
Or when he accepted it?
Or when he left you on string?
Hanging down as you took the hit...
But even when the reality sinked in
You did what you knew was right
You didn't let him fool you or her again.

If you asked me those before
I would have laughed that out
Before, I wanted nothing more
Than us to be friends
Away from the large crowds

But at that moment, 
I felt a sense of delight
Not only knowing that
You owned the scene well
But also for finding
That you have me 
under your spell

Now my desire to meet you
To talk to you, to hold you close
Is coming as strong as my
Fear to lose you from my life
So, My dear Carnelia
Should I just hang on
Our friendship and say goodbye
To the unknown feelings that I confine

Or should I drop this letter 
At your door, and wish
That it won't just end here
And I would see you again

__________

Ew cringe
But the story of Carnelia and that anonymous ends here. The poem is okayish but the description is there 😤