I'd been passing notes to her
For a couple of weeks.
I was filled with euphoria,
Feeling like I was walking on clouds,
Touching rainbows,
And sleeping on feathers.
I guess making other people feel good
Can make you feel good.
It's like a scent that gets passed on
From person to person.
I sit up tall in my seat,
Waiting for the bell to ring,
So I can give her another note.
I smile to myself,
My heart fluttering,
As I think of the reactions she could have.
She maybe would giggle,
And it would sound like melodic harps to me.
She maybe would laugh,
And it would sound like angels singing.
She maybe would smile,
And it would be as if she were the sun.
I start to get antsy,
And thankfully,
The bell finally rings.
I stand up from my seat quickly
And walk over to her seat.
As I put the note down,
As she's looking away,
I notice a note that isn't mine.
It has tiny handwriting,
And it's in nice cursive,
Each letter curving and holding hands with the other.
But the words written down
Were not what I expected to see.
They were so hurtful,
And held deep emotions.
I had no idea she,
The beautiful person she was,
Would even think this way of herself.
"I appreciate all the compliments, honestly, I do,
I just don't like being lied to."
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Strawberry Smoothie (Hiatus)
Poetry"Is it wrong to love someone? Your heart becomes as fragile as glass, and I'm scared she will shatter it, because she doesn't want a strawberry smoothie" The story of a girl, loving a girl who's too scared to love again. Cover created by: @myfo...
