He laughed with his friends
his discreet glance in my direction, made me flinch;
He was staring from a distance
didnt look away, even when I caught his gaze
made me sick in my belly
he confessed I like you
but now his voice was coming from a distance
made me jolt up from the nightmare;
he tried to help me when I fell,
accidently brushing my hand
made me run away, leaving him dumbfounded;
When you said
they all are the same
was it a white lie?
He knocked the door
dear papa is home
made me think twice.
-She tried to explain, as he stared in confusion when she didnt take his hand.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
