No Regrets
By anniebella
In eighth gradeI stood behindYouWhen you likedWhats-her-name,And as you Went on and onAbout herBlond hair andBlue eyes, ITold you toGo for it.And at that time,I thought That would beThe mostdifficult thingI'd ever do.In ninth grade,I never told You,Because ourFriendship was(Is) that importantAnd, though youAlways seemedto be that onePerfect guy, INever told you.The last thingI ever wanted Was to lose you,Even if itMeant we couldBe nothing moreThan friendsIn tenth grade,I almost told You.Before then, itNever really clickedExactly howPathetic it wasTo have likedSomeone through7th, 8th, 9th, 10th...And never let Them know-Until then,But I metSomeone andI took what ICould have insteadOf what I wanted.In 11th grade,I think about,YouAnd how Juvenile thisPoem may soundTo you as youRead it's many Lines and thinkAbout that girlThat didn't just Settle for youFriendship, butCherished it becauseShe knew whatA gift she hadAnd almost felt selfishFor wanting more.In twelfth grade,I just may tellYouFor fear thatOne day thatMight be the Biggest 'what if'I could passablyImagine, and Whether youShare the sameOr let me down Easy, I willHave no regretsBecause I haveAlways had, andAlways will haveYour friendship....It took a lot to post this one... Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 08:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"In eighth gradeI stood behindYouWhen you likedWhats-her-name,And as you Went on and onAbout herBlond hair andBlue eyes, ITold you toGo for it.And at that time,I thought That would beThe mostdifficult thingI'd ever do.In ninth grade,I never told You,Because ourFriendship was(Is) that importantAnd, though youAlways seemedto be that onePerfect guy, INever told you.The last thingI ever wanted Was to lose you,Even if itMeant we couldBe nothing moreThan friendsIn tenth grade,I almost told You.Before then, itNever really clickedExactly howPathetic it wasTo have likedSomeone through7th, 8th, 9th, 10th...And never let Them know-Until then,But I metSomeone andI took what ICould have insteadOf what I wanted.In 11th grade,I think about,YouAnd how Juvenile thisPoem may soundTo you as youRead it's many Lines and thinkAbout that girlThat didn't just Settle for youFriendship, butCherished it becauseShe knew whatA gift she hadAnd almost felt selfishFor wanting more.In twelfth grade,I just may tellYouFor fear thatOne day thatMight be the Biggest 'what if'I could passablyImagine, and Whether youShare the sameOr let me down Easy, I willHave no regretsBecause I haveAlways had, andAlways will haveYour friendship....It took a lot to post this one......"