i miss being 7 and not being able to
sleep the night before my friend's birthday.
i miss dragging my father to the local gift shop
buy the cheapest gift i could find and wrap it up with all my love.
there was something untouched, pure about the way
my heart thumped against my ribcage
when i'd hand her a piece of me and
say a little prayer that everything that i feel
she could feel it too.
it was the closest i felt to defining love -
the anticipation of giving a piece of yourself
to one person and trusting it with them.
i miss being 7 and being hugged by my friend
when she'd look at my watery eyes and
feel everything i could feel.
they don't make love like that anymore.
Author's note:
Nothing here but just a simple poem which makes me nostalgic. School friendships are the best. It was such a pure and precious time. I feel this nostalgia for that time we didn't know we were losing until it was gone. I was always proud of the little gifts and cards I made for my friends. They were creative and unique. *_* I miss making them SO MUCH.
Thank you for reading.
Love, Sam.
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PoetrySitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Also read 'Mixtape', under my profile. Cover by Simran, @SweetSimu #itsnotaphase Highest Ranking: #9 in POETRY as of 27/04/2018 (when...
