I would ride her bus.
Walk behind her,
trail the steps she took by the road
take my time to commemorate
with the wind where will she go next
make it like I was just along side to hers
as if we are together
as if we are made for each other
as if there is an us
I would lean my head on the door
we live in a mix compound
She was just steps away.
I would press my ear closely when
she was about to sing a song
Peak at my small ceiling window
if she was to paint a house
struggled opening the door slightly
to see you arrived from grocery shopping
from home
from the market place
from mall
from a friend's house
from a friend of a friend's house
from a friend of a friend of a friend's house
I would starve for a bit
her newly cooked meal
A little clumsy was she
And a head more preoccupied on mistakes and faults
She has a self-hate.
I wish i was better
If only I don't felt fear
How good was I with this?
What makes me any
different to the others.
A sad smile formed my lips.
Me too, darling.
Me too.
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Mr. Poetry
PoésieFor the Guy who don't know poetry mean so much for a girl That he decided to make one for her himself Doesn't matter if it looks boring or uncool at least he tried to share his true feelings hidden between the line. Started Nov 12,2017- Ended april...
