The girl that sat in front of me in school,
I thought was super swell,
but how she might have felt about me
I really couldn't tell.
I sent her a card with velvet hearts',
Cupid's arrow through their centre,
and flowery letters spelling 'LOVE",
but received no acknowledgement to enter
I waited for the mailman, hoping his arrival
would bring to me her valentine,
with those tender, matching sentiments...
"And I love you... Please be mine.'
It never came, and back in school
I was greeted with a haughty snub.
The others laughed and pointed meanly
making me their humour's nub.
Okay then, if that was what was meant to be,
on rejection I would not dwell.
Instead I took her pretty, braided pigtails
and stuffed them in my desk's inkwell.
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
