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All at once, at the age of eight
I saw him standing there
On top of the slide of the playscape,
To talk to him, I dared.
I loved him to death, he liked me too
But things weren't all so great--
For a few years later, out of the blue
Our friendship suffered a fate.
I let go the secret, and he knew well
That I was in LOVE with he.
And although young, he wouldn't tell
His feelings, if any, of me.
I figured him rude, and very shrewd,
And also got very depressed...
And although in 6th grade, I sat in the shade
And wrote a poem for me, not the rest.
10 pages short, this poem would stay
For ever for my eyes only.
But when I showed my best friend that day,
He gave it to HE to read.
Next time I saw he, he avoided me
And passed weird looks along...
And never again did he speak to me
If he did, I'd swallow my tongue.
And now years have passed, and I'm in grade 8
But today I also cried--
For I turned around to bump into my fate,
And looked him dead in the eye.
He spoke to his friends, and I didn't even
Recognize his voice this time
For I hadn't spoken to him in so long
And I probably won't, all along
When I looked at him, he looked back at me
And his eyes got wider than before
And he looked shocked, and I could see
He was heading for the class door
And once he left, I fell to my knees
And begged to the heavens above
"Why couldn't I tie those strings,
That I left frayed with my true love?"