when the sun glows,
i look at you,
underneath a roof,
sitting on a bench.
you bob your head
along to the beat,
headphones dangling.
you look cute.
i write with my pencil,
yellow and ordinary.
i secretly write about you
until the led runs out.
i nervously freeze.
you look at me.
you look concerned,
and that makes me happy.
you get up from your seat,
without hesitation,
and steal a pencil,
yellow and special.
our fingers touch,
and the sun shines on us.
i look at you.
you look at me.
you are smiling.
and so am i.
we are happy,
you and i.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
lost in my thoughts
Acakto vent. to be sad. to be happy. to write. to whatever. ;i have been writing this since the beginning of 2016 and i was looking back this january, 2017 and i decided post
