I saw you walking down on the street,
with your favorite hoodie,
and black mask.
what are you trying to hide from the world?
I tried to reach you,
and patted your back,
"babe, are you okay?"
instead of answer it directly,
you turned your back,
and smiled behind your mask,
with teary eyes.
"and what if I am not?"
YOU ARE READING
180527 at dawn
Poetrya compilation of short poems, that mostly written at dawn. cr pic @BTSOrbit on twitter.
