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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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Until You Figure Things Out

Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.

From the Desk of a Lovesick Fifth Grader

My love, 

My hand quivers as I write this

Because our teacher is attentive

And wishes no distraction. 
But how can I not be distracted

When you squint at the board

And I want to read aloud what 

You cannot see? 
When you soft hair strays 

To your face 

And all I want to do 

Is tuck the strands behind your ear? 
When I am waiting 

For the bell to toll 

So that I could walk behind you

To the canteen
And as I ruminate on how

To end this letter, 

I am equally anxious 

Of what you will say. 
How trivial that my fate

Rests on this airplane-shaped note

And as it soars to you

My heart soars with it. 

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