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Just a little poem

Hier kommt, wie versprochen, der Inbegriff von Herzschmerz in Form von englischer Poesie.

29|06|2019
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When I'm close to you
I don't know what to say, what to do.
I think my friends are right
and I just want to be with you all day and night.

I don't know why but I really like you
more than friends normally do.
I never felt like this before
and I hope you feel like me but even more.

The imagination not to see you for weeks is horrible,
but I don't know how to say that without thinking it isn't normal.

I want to know what you think about me,
but I'm frightened to let you see
all the hidden sides of me.

What should I do?
Who knows, if you love me, too?
Maybe I should let you go and keep the control of my heart and my soul.

o8|11|2019

I was young, I was stupid
I wish, I wouldn't do it.
You were my first love.

I trust in you
I felt for you
You said I should take my time for you
but didn't you do.

When I was in your arms,
I saw a chance.
A chance of love and saveness.
But with that I signed my grave.

You broke up
and everything just stopped.

I was your toy
and didn't make you any joy.

Your sights had been full love,
but not anymore,
you don't even look at me,
you just ignore.

It hurts so much,
I can't describe,
how I feel all day and night.

o1|07|2020

After a while
there was a spark of hope.
Like a child
that tries to behave like a grown.

The aim
to let him go
took the feeling of shame,
all my sorrow.

I could manage it,
to see him with someone new.
He went on
and seemed to be happy now.

I got over him
forgiveness is a hard thing.
My heart belongs to another one
he makes me smile again.

16|01|2022

A little story no one'd thought
it was a real one
it began with love.

A tall boy, kind and shy,
smiled at me
I liked him, I couldn't deny.

At this point I didn't know
we weren't meant to be
now we're beyond.

Some time passed
a Spanish friend of mine
introduced me to his sister,
who was defenetley not shy.

We became good friends,
that's for shure,
it's always gettin' funnier
more and more.

I can talk with her
she's listening carefully
but we also make fun
stupid and silly.

She's smart
more than some of her age
that's why she's an idol
she belongs on a stage.

Furthermore she's a really good pianist
I like listening to her play
it's relaxing and the best
I don't even have to pay.

The crazy look
before she gets closer
and tiglishes me
and I think "my life is over".

When I'm then trying to defend myself
we're both laughing endlessly
we can't help ourselves.

Once we were jogging
the air was cold and refreshing
I thought "I can't anymore"
that was when she didn't stop encouraging.

She's a really good trainer
but not only that
she's the best athletic I know,
I bet.

That's our story
I hope it will last
You're a really good friend, Mara
Don't change, this way you're the best.

-ending-