My love turns to lines from sides and after that becomes points
My love turns to lines from points and after that becomes a side
On an empty background without anything on it
I'm struggling to even see a white point
But even after I stomped my feet, the bus isn't coming yet
Even after I say I want to see spring in the winter, the spring isn't coming yet
It's not a haste, I will just put my powerless wish in my heart
I guess everyday is just a very pathetic perseverance
I'm just powerlessly staring at it
YOU ARE READING
We Could Spend Rainy Days Together
PoetryA collection of Koo Junhoe's poems- translated from Korean, collected from across social media in hopes more people read his writings as he wishes, till he publishes his own book. ©juneeeeeeya
