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Areida · 2007-06-23T05:17:25Z

For Will You clumsily, carefully Attached the roses to my wrist And I fingered them gently the rest of the night While you watched with a smile I couldn’t decipher. It was your idea To steal the extra bottle of sparkling cider for our table-mates But it was my genius that hid it beneath the cream-colored coat Next to a black dress of satin and velvet And they smiled and admired our finesse And you grinned back And that was the only smile I had wanted anyway. The invocation was sincere The speaker distinguished and highly decorated But you were intent upon making me laugh At all the wrong moments And even as we earned glares from my serious sister I lit the mess hall with an irrepressible smile. We sat back-to-back for three hours straight Full on people-watching Half-flirting Three-quarters listening to the sax and the trombone. Who needed to whirl across a dance floor When you could make my head spin With one pretend pick-up line. The night was over before I realized the music had stopped And we walked through gray corridors My arm in yours Because you were a gentleman Who wore a gold-buttoned uniform that I loved. I was half-asleep on a couch With your telephone voice in my ear And we talked for another hour As though we hadn’t just spent the day together. You know, you said You were the most beautiful girl in every room You were in tonight Cheeseball, I replied But you only laughed and said, You know you like it. And I did. We started a club for fellow non-dancers Established our superiority as private school kids Nicknamed ourselves Leo (DiCaprio, of course) and Anne (Hathaway, naturally) And typed away countless hours in endless IM’s. You decided I wasn’t a total nerd (You actually kind of liked my grandiloquence) But suddenly stopped returning the e-mails. So I was just writing Just to let you know I miss you.

Bella

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Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:35 am

Bella says... · Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:35 am

I loved it.

It made me cry.

And if a poem makes me cry, that tends to mean the poet did a wonderful job of incorporating his/her emotion.

Bravo dear! You did well!

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) <3

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Because I wanted to...

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Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:59 am

Because I wanted to... says... · Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:59 am

I like how the poem just kind of stops...
I love way you described the flirting between the characters
and the images you get of young love,
One question, were the gold buttons a hint that he was a military man??
Is that why hes gone...?

or is he just a dick..?

I'd love to know.

"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato

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I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
— Holden Caulfield

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