it was October, if i remember corectly
i ran towards the station, 2 minutes left
my bag's heavy, sure
but the biggest burdenwas not on my shoulders
i stepped inside the train
there she was, sitting alone, smiling like she's alright
i waved, though i know my hand moving won't change a thing
i heard from my sister the other day, about her situation that is
how she survived alone, fighting against the cracks of her beloved ones
she's strong and she's cheerful
oh love i wasn't sure of what i should do at that time
i didn't know that your smile screamed
i didn't know that you needed a friend
if only i was emphatetic enough
all i thought about was myself
and how i also had my own problems to deal with
i didn't know that you needed someone more than anyone else
to just sit next to you and ask how you were
to whisper the words of strength and say that everyhing's gonna be just fine
to just be there for you and listen to your venting
i wish i realised sooner
im sorry, cous.
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poetrya book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
