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Angelica Jul 2018
If seeded in the correct placement
If watered to the perfect amount of moisture  
If touched enough by the shining sun
If shown enough patience
If given the needed attention
Her flower would flourish into such beauty
But he... he falls short in every step
& her flower, can never reach its highest potential
Your gardener should have been she, and not him
Angelica Jul 2018
Dear love, I hoped. Hoped for memorable moments with you. Filled with quirky insiders and cheesy smiles.
Dear buttercup, I saw. Saw your capacity for success in everything you did. No matter what laborious obstacles you faced.
Dear sunshine, I confessed. Confessed those heartfelt feelings that I kept for years to myself to thee. Felt as if I mastered some form of art that I had been working on for what seemed an eternity and to what eventually flourished into a beautiful sentiment gallery for a one-gal audience. Sought through a protected glass screen whom hardly hid our raw tears and emotions that we were feeling inside.
Dear sweet pea, I felt. Felt pain, in my core, in my heart, whom I have kept locked away to protect from such thing (love).Thy which I felt day in and day out for thee.
Dear darling, I shut. Shut your presence, physically & virtually from my life. Doing so, had become such a difficult yet relieving task.
Dear pumpkin, I wondered. Wondered if I ever crossed thy mind of my doing. & Wondered if thy was content with him, knowing you were.
Dear girl I knew in high school, I can't. Can't have you in my life. As my crush nor as a friend. Awkward it is. & Forever will it be with you having the knowledge of those innocent and pure feelings. You don't need my presence in thy life, and vise versa. I refuse to apologize for giving up on us. Friendship alone is what I seek least with you. I long for happiness, and unfortunately you're hetero presence is holding me back. And if you so happen to stumble across this poem, I am certain you'd be able to fill in the blank. I conclude thus with a freeing farewell.
Love,
          A.B
Angelica Jul 2018
I sat & wondered sometimes
traveled back to good ol times
a love so real, she could not bear
all the things that we could share
I'd act a fool, to see you smile
For you I'd go that extra mile
-A.B

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