He stares at everyone
With eyes where sun had gone,
Every stare with high intensity
I don't like , cause it bothers me.
I watch him with nothing but uncertainty
Wishing the next will not be me,
And there it goes,
Blazing eyes cutting my soul.
He smile, the sweetest one he like to give
Startled but manage to return his smile that deceives,
I waited for him to turn his back to me,
But it didn't, those eyes buried itself into me.
Uneasiness, It's hard to breathe
He is watching me, hungry like a shark in the sea,
I run outside until I reach the wet grass
And waited for the school bus.
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
