Monthly Archives: February 2012

The Birthday Poem

The Girl Who Writes Poems

The gift of your smile.
The gift of your time.
On my birthday, none of these were mine.
I was stuck in the middle,
Like an insolvable riddle.
As the clock ticked.
Your love was all I missed,
I missed having you to hold,
Now it’s a page that I fold.
A page of memories,
A page of desires.
But still your effort my heart admires.
I look forward to forgetting,
The memories of this day,
So I can expect more from you,
If I may.
I’ll keep myself in denile,
And for the time I’ll wait,
When this day will mean more to you,
Then a feeling of hate.

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