I remember writing poems for a guy,

Effortlessly,

I would start with a 'You', and casually end with an 'I',

And that was enough, making me feel happy like I had touched the sky.

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I remember writing poems for a guy,

So beautiful, that the world would question it,

"Does this kind of love exist?",

I'd nod my head proudly in a yes,

Smiling and pointing at the one sitting beside.

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I remember writing poems for a guy,

In my diary, that I was too careful about,

Hiding in the locker sometimes,

Under the pillow otherwise.

Deciding which rack to keep the diary on,

After seeing where the cleaning started from,

Making sure it wasn't found by my mother.

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I remember writing poems for a guy,

He said he couldn't believe anyone could pen him down in words,

But would stare at every single poetic part

With a smile that was hard to hide,

Not knowing what to say,

He'd take it all and put it safely in a box,

Hoping I'd write him another one,

Before the sun set the next day.

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I remember writing poems for a guy,

This being one of them,

Trying to remember the things I used to write,

Cause it's been too long,

That I have made my mind,

And written poems for a guy.

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