Love Letter
In the back of my closet,
high upon the shelf,
there sits and old love letter,
that I keep to myself.
Its pages are crumpled,
the edges a tad bit torn.
I can recite his words by memory,
although the writing's worn.
He tells of his undying love,
and how we're meant to be.
Our vows whispered at the church,
they were our fantasy.
But like all things neither tried nor true,
we had to be apart.
A victim of the ages,
he broke my sixth grade heart.
high upon the shelf,
there sits and old love letter,
that I keep to myself.
Its pages are crumpled,
the edges a tad bit torn.
I can recite his words by memory,
although the writing's worn.
He tells of his undying love,
and how we're meant to be.
Our vows whispered at the church,
they were our fantasy.
But like all things neither tried nor true,
we had to be apart.
A victim of the ages,
he broke my sixth grade heart.
This Poems Story
We all remember our first crush.
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