he helped me stand,
i stare at the floor
to look at him, i can't.
his earphone, he suddenly
put one in my ear
new romantics, i can hear it playing.
after hearing the chorus,
i gave it back to him.
again, i started walking
this time, he started saying,
"you should go home."
"i don't have one."
"where do you live?"
"in a house, but not home."
just that, i told him
to stop following
so i could be alone.
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Spring
Poetryshe used to hate flowers, but the sun showed her how beautiful it is. { poetry || short story - written in english }
