Everyday on the same junction
I see a boy walking uphills
With all worried look on his face
I want to know what he feels.
It's too slow the way he walks
As if the whole world will stop for him
He seems to be out of this world
Even at night in my own dream.
Sometimes I really wish so much
For him to turn back and see
Look at me with a puzzle face
And then all of sudden smile at me.
He is so different then the boys I check out
He has something that attracts my eye
I wanna go on a date with him for a day
But I really hope,he is not sweet and shy.
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
