Stains and Stories

Strangers

I know a boy

With blue eyes and a quiet manner about him

Two rows ahead of me on the bus and all the way back in the class

He stares out of the window

Never does he ever concentrate on the lesson

I never caught his name

However ,I do know that he doesn't get along with others

They call him names and he remains quiet

With his eyes averted towards me

And a smile worth millions

I know a boy

Who doesn't go home until late

He who sits on the bench in the park

Seemingly lifeless to those who see him

With an inexpressive face and a desperate soul ,

He strolls the road alone and unaccompanied

I see the boy ,

Still sitting two rows ahead of me on the bus

He talks to himself and never does his work

Others still call him names

His reaction to it stays the same

I knew a boy long ago ,

The one who was my partner in the art project

Faint memories of both of us in the museum admiring art comes back to me

I remember the giddy feeling I had the next day to see him

But he didn't show up

Nor the day after

And even when he lay colorless in the casket ,

I wept for the boy I never knew

Looking at him , he still is as beautiful as the first day I saw him .

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A/N : Not my best poem , yes I am aware of it but I was suffering a mild case of 'poetical block' and in order to get rid of it , thoughts came to me. This poem was the result .

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Mad Candy x