i always see him
in this bookstore
sometimes leaning
in our classroom door.
he doesn't say a thing
and that's okay
i wouldn't mind
to not encounter a talk everyday.
but whenever he sees me
scribbling things like,
"worthless spring, go away, everyone hates you"
he always frowns and says,
"no, you aren't, and i don't do."
YOU ARE READING
Spring
Poetryshe used to hate flowers, but the sun showed her how beautiful it is. { poetry || short story - written in english }
