Although we do know how it feels to
Become the one she deserves, that you always
Cared about her everyday and
Determined to help her whenever she's in need, she never saw it.
Every night you thought about her that you never
Felt sleepy in bed, and that you always prayed to
God that she's alright. You always
Have the courage to give her time
In your busy schedule, and sometimes you feel
Jealous whenever she's with someone else,
Keeping yourself alright cause' you already know she's taken.
Love, you always thought, even if she sees you as her friend, and it's impossible for you to
Marry her, but that did not make you feel bad. You're not even hers. But that rainy
Night when you found out that she was crying on a bench, no
Other thoughts came inside your mind, since that
Person definitely needs you. She needed comfort from someone. An umbrella, that was
Quite small, held in your hands, was the one you
Really needed at that time. So without a
Second thought, you immediately
Took your little
Umbrella and ran towards her. Then you
Veered against the rain, and upon your approach, you asked,
"What happened here? And where's
Xavier?" However, she did not reply, but you asked again, "Are
You alright?" She then looked at you with eyes filled with hope and finally said, "Thanks
Zach, for all the times you've been here for me."
She hugged you tight and you felt the warmth she gave, under the rain.

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The Art Of Being Random
PuisiA collection of poems I wrote that may sound weird. Be wary. They're definitely random. || I DO NOT own any of the IMAGES (except the cover) included here (but the poems came from my mind.) ||