December 27, 2016
It was almost 10 PM, I was eating alone. I watched the street; I watched its emptiness surprise me.
A few minutes later, a stranger had walked pass me. Our eyes met, and my heart fell...
...he passed by me once more, and he gave me a smile.
There I realized that he isn't a stranger, for I met him once. My love for him though, it left, it's been long gone. It followed him, since my heart knew that it'll always remain unrequited.
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Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
