When everyone else is waiting
I am secretly smiling
Of casual bumping of our shoulders
The air becomes cooler
Whenever she flips her hair
It smells of sweet summer air
In the middle of Fall
And everyone else is going crook and all
You suddenly smile and walk away
Towards the lady in gray
I want to ask your name
But my mouth refuse to open
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
