For a Friend

by Kai

This is a poem that sulks, alone
In the corner, patiently daydreaming
Of her chance to make you see
Because how could this poem be good enough,
For the likes of you?
Because why would you take the time,
To read in-between the lines?

And when the inevitable cloud of dread,
Floats back into view
This poem wishes it had fewer stanzas,
Less syllables, and more rhymes

This is the poem that loves too deep
From the depths of the unexplored,
To the craters of the moon.
Like the shining star, too far from view.

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