So weird,
A man who has a bag of red,
Secretly, he's the guy I admired,
And I am the girl he never noticed.
He is so clueless,
That everytime he said "no worries",
My heart broke into pieces,
Because I know it is meaningless.
He used to say "Hello"
And I always response "Hello"
Hoping that next time it would not be "Hello"
But we will exchanging words like "I do"
He loves music,
Music hates me,
I love him,
He hates me.
My day is complete when I see him,
I love to stay in the place where I can see him,
I like to talk and sat beside him,
I like and love HIM and HIM.
But love is so powerful,
Even if you will said "This time I will stop"
It will never stop
Because love will make you at the top.
Love is not always happy,
This time you are not lucky,
You feel bad, sad, broken and lonely,
Especially if you are not the person he wanted to be.
What if the boy you admired the most,
Make your life sad and worst,
What will you do?
Either you will continue to admire him from afar or you will always be the girl he will never be noticed.
Which of those two?
Even if the thought is the same,
It is very hard to choose,
Because the two options will break my heart into two.
I wish before, you don't reply to My Day in messenger,
I wish you don't chat me,
I wish I wasn't curious before,
I wih at this moment, I am not in pain.
Kuya!Yes!You Kuya!
I know you're always a good kuya to me,
But please do me a favor,
Can you not be a kuya to me anymore?
You always called me your little sis,
And treat me as it is,
At first, I feel great,
But now, I am upset.
I hope someday,
You will not be "The Boy I Admire from Afar"
And I will not be "The Girl You Will Never Noticed",
Instead, You will always be "The Boy I Admire" and I will be your Girl You will always Noticed."
-Steff-
A/N: I am expressing my feelings through poem. Please support my new story. Thank you😊
This poem is dedicated to Kuya S whom I shared my problems with. I didn't expect that he will catch my heart. We are not blood related. I used to call him kuya because he's one year older from me...
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My Little Red Notebook
Thơ caThere are things that we can't express orally so we express it through writing. Writing a letter to someone makes us feel better than to keep it with ourselves. This is a short message that I want to share with everybody. I have my little red notebo...
