There he was
The boy who held those pretty flowers
The ground wasn't moving
Yet he was shooked by a magnitude
Taking deep breaths and brushing the nerve
"Now or never,"
He mustered the courage
There she was
The girl who walked on her own
Marching onward the hallway
She finally met him
The boy kneeled
Proposing the flowers he had
With stuttered voice, he said
"I've loved you for a very long time."
The girl was taken aback
She sheds a tear
"I'm out of words," her tearful eyes gleamed
The boy had nothing to think
Aside from the fear of rejection
He closed his eyes and chanted his prayers
For the coming of his one and only dream
Her.
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
