You

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I used to earn pocket money in high school by writing poems for whoever was willing to pay for the favour. I lost counts of love poems and letters I composed to strange girls I have never laid eyes on. But somehow along the way, I lost in touch with a poet in me. I concentrate mainly on writing true to life stories and my thoughts in general.

The last time I wrote a poem was twenty or so years ago. I was enamoured with my professor in languages and one crazy day during lunch break, I composed a versified letter to him pouring my heart out.

Here it is… and please don’t laugh.

YOU 

You’re always on my mind no matter what I do
And wherever I am my thoughts are just for you
I see you in my dreams and when I wake up too
This feeling that I have is simply would not go
 
I know it’s wrong for me to feel the way I feel
But no matter how hard I try I can’t forget you dear
It’s getting difficult each night and everyday
Oh, darling you’re so near and yet so far away
 
I can only watch you honey from a distance
And only in my dreams that I can hold your hands
Only in fantasy I can be in your arms
I can only touch you and kiss you in my mind
 
On how to win your heart I haven’t got a clue
Because you’re not aware of my feelings for you
How much that I wanted I cannot let you know
I’m not free anymore to reach out and tell so
 
So, you will always be just a far away dream
Someone that can’t be mine someone I can’t be near
But darling in my heart for now and forever
I promise for always you have a place in there…

Fragile_Love_by_SweetDestiny2

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42 thoughts on “You”

    1. People tend to be resourceful when lacking. Though that was not my intention at first. Someone offered me a compensation if I compose him a letter to a girl from another school. I declined several times, but he was persistent and said he will pay for the favor. The word spread, ball got rolling and the rest is history. Thanks for reading.

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    1. I find this poem so infantile, juvenile. But now that you said it’s beautiful, then I feel a lot better. Perhaps I will try one day to resurrect my poetry mojo and write some grown up verses.

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  10. Well you cant help what you feel. Luckily you had a way to express it even if it was for yourself. I too use to write for other folks too! you might make me dig in the crates to find the one that still holds me today. Great post.

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  12. This kind of remind me of the poems my friends and I made in high school where we passed around a notebook and wrote a stanza about what the other wrote. It ended up being quite funny as the last person who writes (my best friend) puts in a joke or two. 🙂 But this is beautiful. 🙂

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      3. Yes, and the questions abt what is love, what is your motto in life and all the answers of love is blind or love is a rosary because it’s full of mysteries…omg those were embarrasing.

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