I think i'ved changed my mind.
Because of this boy
who seems so refined.
I am sitting right now in a bench.
Remembering the people,
who spilled a juice on me so i got drenched.
I don't know this boy beside me.
But he looks so familiar to me.
He asked me if i'm okay.
"If i say yes, can you please now go away?"
He just chuckled and hugged me.
Looks like he doesn't care what people might see.
Right now, i can see the girls glaring at me.
It seems like he is everyone's property.
"What's your name pretty lady?"
I know you're one of them, crazy.
I didn't answer him.
Instead i walk away from him
before my eyes will totally get covered by the dim.
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Historia CortaPistanthrophobia; fear of trusting people due to bad experiences Highest rank #207 IN POETRY 18/01/03 Pistanthropbia is now translated in Arabic! Check it in @NANN99's profile Date Started: May 27, 2017 Date Ended: May 29, 2017