❝I miss a nobody.❞
She mumbles with a cigarette between her lips.
She breathes beneath her comfortable clothes.
She shut the world out but her headphone was plugged in.
Her eyes got no sparks,
they're more like a night sky without stars.
A jovial mouth,happy eyes,a beaming attitude,
those were the stuffs nowhere to be found.
All the time,throughout the years.
She acts like the only person on Earth.
Avoiding the other living souls beside her,
when she usually visits the forests to communicate with them.
No word would add up to her void,
tranquil fingers,
dense eyes,
neutral black lips.
Only the gusting winds and the birds chirping greet her good morning.
Only the hoot of the owls and the lights switching off bid her good night.
Few paintings she displays at her house,
Debussy and few spirit animals.
The only thing that decorates her house is the piano.
Clothes only of faded colours,just like her heart.
When I ask her why?
She cried out,❝No one will understand!❞
Engulfing her right away,I assure,❝I listen well.❞
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
