You would never know, What you mean to me.

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You would never know,

What you mean to me.

Neither did I,

Until the day it struck me.

Every time you smiled,

Especially when you smiled at me.

My heart fluttered,

You brought happiness to me.

That day when you were hurt,

You had called me.

I felt so helpless,

I knew you needed me.

I put up a brave voice,

When you spoke to me.

But my heart wept,

It betrayed me.

You had hurt your eye,

You were telling me.

The pain of your wound,

Oh how it lashed at me.

That day I saw again,

What you mean to me.

You would never know,

What you mean to me…

Although every poem is written from the heart, and this one in fact has a piece of my heart, now I’ll be trying different things with poetry. In this one, as you can notice, each line ends with the same word “me”. I’ll also be doing poems which have every line beginning with same word, next line beginning with last word of the previous line, a new poem starting with the last line of the previous poem, and other such experiments. Do watch out for them

Update: I didn’t realize, that this was my 100th post!