That fateful day I shall never forget;
When I saw you getting your heart expressed.
Past I believed I already met,
Moments where you coated my heart, well-dressed.
The last class had a spell casted upon.
I wished I had that voice to sit beside
Just to hear words that's as bright as the sun,
But when it came, that light already died.
Tears and regrets about a wasted chance
Filled me whenever the name's remembered.
If I never hoped a romantic dance,
A beautiful friendship could have been shared.
You are my first, and you've taught me well.
I admire you still though this is farewell.
YOU ARE READING
A Withered Daisy
PoesiaCollection of the poems I wrote whenever my INFP mind gets the best of me all throughout High School.
