February 24, 2019
The first time I went to this town
I felt like I was underwater, drowned
Something confusing came up inside my mother's mind
She said, "peace yet mystery are here to find"
This town is quiet, indeed
Some people here are hard to read
Glad I am not the type of person who will socialize
I like being myself, no people around, who want you to be centralize
Every night, I go to a tea shop
Always ordering my favorite sweet tea cup
Usually typing something entertaining nonstop
Either making a poem or answering my assignment in my laptop
I'm very aware to the people, staring at me
I don't care to what they say, I am not a highkey
But I am not that type of a person you will be feared
So treat me like I was some kind of guy that never appeared
This time, I want a normal clothes to try
I was shocked when a pretty girl meets my eye
The waiter said she always looks at me
"Are you my stalker, pretty lady?"
Love, No One
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Love, No One
PoetryA compilation of poems for everyone written by no one. [Book One: Love, No One (On-going)]
