Promenade
My first heartbreak was silly,
But it struck me painfully.
I was young and naive,
Innocent and never brave.
I watched him secretly from a distance,
Wrote letters with trembling hands,
Diaries that saw no other name,
Only yours and I was to blame.
But nothing hurt me more,
Than the truth I wasn't ready for,
Nor the betrayal I had in store.
You asked my bestfriend to the dance,
I was looking forward for months.
She knew how I felt for you,
But still chose to go.
April 21, 2020
6:07PM
JE LEEST
100 Days || Poetry
Poëzie2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
