Too lazy to walk up and down the stairs ,
Too occupied watching my feet walk without interest ,
Hearing the student's rants and tea's I can't even process,
Stopped midway to give way to students that are passing,
Not when I got pushed and almost fell,
But someone with a guitar on his hold held my back before I could even balance myself.
The look in his eyes,
I can't forget.
To my speechless, I couldn't say thank you.
But here is a poetry dedicated only for you.
merMia
YOU ARE READING
A Perspective
PoetryThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
