That Letter

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Writing a letter
To one in particular
The joys of being bored
Of a girl that is junior.

Its a Saturday Afternoon,
In a very cold room
She bangs her head on her desk,
Being frustrated by the letter to no one in particular.

She tries to stop, but she just cannot
Not knowing any reason
To creating in such thing
But the words just keeps flowing and she continues in writing.

Maybe because Valentines is coming,,
Oh no! Not that thing!
She doesn't believe in love,
She controls being in love.

No, stop with the thought.
She  doesn't like Valentines,
The only holiday she dreads,
She just couldn't bare the sweetness of couples that are her friends.

She does believe in love,
Love for family and friends,
But controls when it comes to the other,
She had enough, the thought gives her shivers.

Now back to the letter,
To no one in particular,
Its not a wish list or a love letter,
Its just a normal one for someone special to her.

Finally finishing, putting her signature.
Scared if someone finds her.
Scared if someone laughs at her.
Scared to be judged by the other.

That Saturday afternoon,
Going out for a walk,
She brings the letter,
But it was blown by the cold.

Devastated and scared.
What if somebody finds it and laugh at her face.
Not knowing what to do she ran to her place.
And did her assignment too.

But to her surprise,
Her phone blinked several times,
Scared to read it but gave her smiles,
"Got your letter, its beautiful and fine but I'd like a date with you is that fine???"

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