Dear love,
The next day at school
We met again
We talked about the party
And how one of our classmates
Got scolded by your relative
It wasn't much really
We only had the beginning of class
We promised ourselves
To wake up earlier to talk
The days go on
The time flies by
We had a great time,
I loved every single moment of it
Once, a friend came in early
Seeing us talking eagerly
With our heads turned towards her
We could only shy away and pretend
But I suppose it's too late.
Surprisingly, she didn't started it
Someone else suspected us
They saw us as a good relation
We deny thoroughly
They started watching over us
Seeing our every move
As I knew one thing
That the letters must end too
They started to tease us,
Probably unbelievable of the revelation
And at all the mist.
They created our ship name:
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-D.K.
Yeah, I censored it. Your welcome.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Her
PoetryA true story between me and my girlfriend, or used to be. I wouldn't put a lot of hate on this, but it's what calms me down at times.
