It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
i hopelessly seek love in little things around me and never once i miss to spell it out
i love the light piercing out of a little crack in the grey sky i love the rain drenched trees i love the vibrant colors of a bouquet i love the soil scented breeze
i love the vapors of coffee that sneaks into my lungs i love the melodies of Chopin and Beethoven
i love the pearly illumination of the moon i love the drizzles against my windows followed by a thunderous afternoon
i love my messed up hair as i wake up from the sleep i love mindlessly dancing in my room to the songs upbeat
and i express this love admiringly assuringly
but with you my words cowered a step back they clung to my throat and never made it out of my tongue
they halt in between sounding like a stutter when you enter my sight when my heart starts to flutter
i want to spill my love out for you admiringly assuringly
i don't know why i cant let my words fly but i know they are true i don't know how do i voice it out that i I ...
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Dated- 27/9/22
Incase your eyes missed it this one is entitled - Three Words Left Unsaid , so that's the reason I left the confession unsaid in the last verse to show how the poet (_i.e me ) finds it so difficult to voice out her love for the person
"What? I never - . Oh my god. No, he's lying. Please don't believe him." B said quickly, with a shocked expression on his face.
I could tell he was telling the truth, because he had been silent all this time.
I didn't know how to respond to that. What was I supposed to say? In my mind, I snapped at A, Shut the fuck up. I'm already too anxious for you to add to it.
But I just looked at B and said, "It's fine." with a soft smile, I tried to convey that I trusted him and turned my head back to the front.
I had never hated anyone before. It was a strong emotion to feel for someone. But at that moment, I hated A with every fiber of my being. Maybe he thought he was being funny, but for someone like me, his actions were just making me more uncomfortable.
Soon after, more students came in through the door behind us and none of them sat in the front row with me.
It would have been less awkward if a girl had sat with me, but never mind. At least I didn't have to worry about making small talk.
Soon the teacher also came in through the same door.
