haha, thus the poetry...
I wrote in sweet words probably 50 poems that a girl I loved would read on a board to which we both posted. She was my sister's best friend, and a firecracker, body and mind. She sported 38D's, if my eyes served me right, and slim as a whip, with a love of history.
What I regret most about the way I treated her isn't that I abused her or that I was mean to her... I never did anything less than gentlemanly near her. My biggest mistake is that I pussed out and never told her in person that I would bend time, or fly, or buy her a rose, just to watch her face. Her crush on me faded before I told her how I felt.
But in poetry, I was a god. She keeps my poems in a folder in her room, with her fianc
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