Letting Go

December 5, 2009
You said we were just too good of friends,
Didn't want to hurt what friendship's made of.
Too late! When I see you, my vision blends;
Don't see my childhood friend, but my first love.
Taught me the meaning of unrequited;
Clueless, you describe her eyes while I cry.
You made me love you, affection knitted.
You talk of heartbreak, but you don't hear my sigh.
You'll never know how much you meant to me;
I imagined flowers...maybe a ring.
I've let you go, dreams aren't reality.
You never learned how my heart used to sing.

First loves aren't the last - I've found someone new -
But in every guy, I find some of you.

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Starrlyt said...
Apr. 26, 2010 at 11:41 am
Awww...i can't say i know how you feel because i don't but the poem has a lot of feeling to it...good job.
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