Dear best friend,
Was it a joke?
How they kept on calling us names
They keep on teasing us
And forcing us to come together?
Maybe not, I think it that way
But I noticed you slumping in your seat
Giving you a hand
Would just make matters worse.
I could see them drawing hearts around our names
As they wrote it on the white board
I tried to clean it up
But I think it's useless
I couldn't help but glance
thinking what you are feeling now
My minds kept turning
My moods in your conditions
Will this stop, will this ever stop?
I never knew this would be something big
I never knew it would this large
But I knew I was secretly blushing red deep inside
I suppose it wasn't for you
I could feel your heat sinking down
As you were pushed onto my direction,
And me to yours.
It's a big thing,
how relationships come to pass
Is this what they do,
When love is present?
No, I don't think they know
They won't know
Our secrets are kept untold
And our wills are folded
Is it just a joke?
Are you alright?
-D.K.
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.