A poem by a teenager in 10th grade
There he goes, look down the lane.
Leaving me behind, all alone and insane.
That boy has caused me, so much pain,
That my heart, will never be the same.
But why should it cause me so much harm.
All I need is a healing balm.
The whole world is so very cruel.
One example is my Mom giving me gruel.
But, I’m so sad, he means so much to me.
It’s me, who has been bad,
Or why would I have this guilt cross over me.
So, I think I should just make it up,
By giving him my love syrup.
I know he’ll come running back to me,
With all his heart I’m sure you’ll see.
So, here I go, to end this torture.
To let him know, there is no need of his departure.
Look! There he’s standing on the doorway,
As if he was waiting for this day.
I see his arms are all outstretched,
Waiting for someone to get locked in them.
Now, I give out a sigh of relief,
And shake my head in disbelief.
How could he have been so nice to me,
When I treated him so arrogantly.
But, now we love each other, a whole lot,
That’s why on the Valentine’s night, we do the fox trot.
-Rahat
