I wrote you a letter,
You called it a note.
You made me a card,
My heart jumped to my throat.
You said you were my friend,
Does that mean I am yours?
I want to get to know you,
At least a little more.
You are so much older,
You said you think I'm sweet.
You probably think I'm just a kid,
But my heart keeps skipping beats.
When I thanked you for the letter,
You said you meant it all.
You looked so touched when I brought it up,
I think it made me fall.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
ŞiirNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
