The poem (Second post today)
She fell backwards on her bed and sighed.
How could she?
She thought they were friends.
Let us start at the beginning.
She was in love
With this guy.
He wasn’t just any guy,
No,
We was intelligent,
Funny,
A bit crazy,
Good looking…
She could list a thousand more things that she loved about him,
Go on for days.
But there was a problem.
For she loved one other:
Her best friend, Tein.
‘Twas the Christmas Ball at school,
She had brought him a rose,
Was finally going to tell him.
She stopped dead.
Tein was flirting with him.
Worst of all,
He was flirting back.
They kissed.
She gasped.
He and Tein looked at her.
Her lip trembled.
She dropped the rose,
Turned,
And ran,
Eyeliner running down her cheeks.
She ran for home,
Fast as she could.
She stopped only to remove her high heels
And then she ran again.
Feet torn and bleeding she tore open the door
And fled to her room.
She fell backwards on her bed and sighed.
How could she?
She thought they were friends.
Tein knew she liked him.
Betrayal.
But she wouldn’t let Tein know how she felt.
She loved Tein,
No matter what.
She could do nothing.
She was betrayed.
Nothing.
A while later the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
It was Tein.
“Oh, Hi Tein.”
“Dude, why did you run out like that?”
“Oh, I didn’t feel well.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you over break or something.”
“Yea, okay…”
“Bye!” *Click*
She cried herself to sleep.

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