So, um, I wrote this once when I was being really hopeless-romantic-y. I actually hate it, but YWS has definitely helped me salvage poetry I hate before, so please, do your worst.
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Friend: let me say first that I am sorry. I am sorry
because I think about you often. I am sorry because
you have never kissed a girl. I am sorry because
you are often unhappy. Please smile. Please accept
as my apology this wish: That you would lay that
first kiss upon my cheek, or better yet, my own
mouth—and this will solve two problems all at
once. Perhaps you will smile more, and give
me a reason to love boys with dark eyes, and give
me some fodder for my poetry, which could use
a few kisses, soft and warm. Forgive me for this.
