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| THE+ONE+I+LOVE (profile) wrote, on 1-27-2003 at 6:37pm | |
| Current mood: Another poem about stephanie Subject: LOVE AND DEATH>>I WANT TO BE WITH YOU |
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| some of u might have gotten this in your email. well i wrote it and my cuzzin started emailing it to everyone. here it is. 10th grade. as i sat there in english clas, i stared at the girl next to me. she was my so called "best friend"I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she was mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After Class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her, She said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that i don't want to be just friends, i love hre but i'm to shy, and i don't know why. 11th grade. the phone rang, on the other end, it was her. she was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart, she asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone., so i did, as i sat next to her on the sofa, i stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine, after 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep, she looked at me, said thanks and gave me a kiss on the cheek, i want to tell her, i want her to know that i don't want to be just friends, i love her but i'm just to shy, i don't know why. senior year. the day before the prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick she said. hes not going to go. back in the 8th grade, we promised eachother that if we didn't have dates we would go as best friends, prom night, after everything was over, we stood there on her front door step, i stared at her as she smilled. i wanted her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that and i know it, then she said, thanks, and kissed me on the cheek, i want to tell her, i want her to know, that i don't want to be just friends, but i'm to shy, i don't know why. Graduation day. the day of graduation she walks up to me, good job she said, i'm proud to be known as your friend,there we sit, waiting for our names to be called,i'm sittin there smelling her hair, it smells so good, her name is called, as shes walking up there i'm cheering,when it was over, we were alone, i wanted to tell her,i wanted her to know, i didn't just want to be friends, i wanted to be more, she didn't think of me like that, and i knew it, well i'm just to shy, i don't know why. A few years later. one strange morning, i wake up early, turn on the new, and see that she had been hit by a car, while attending the funneral, the minister decided to read a passage from her diary, it said, here he sits next to me, does anything for me, has feelings for me, and yet he would never say, the words i wanted so badly to tell him myself, I LOVE YOU, i thought to myself for a moment, then i ran off, found my old junior high hideing spot and cried, now i live without her, regreting never saying anything to her when she was still mine. |
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| Anonymous | WOW!, 01-27-03 6:52pm jared that was great. i mean u actually wrote that. i wish i could write stuff like you. WOW |