As the bell resounds,
the whole class breaks out.
Like a tiny speck of dust,
I transform upon.
I must be wearing some sort,
A variety of invisible cloaks,
That no one would’ve guessed
My mind’s whereabouts.
So you could only guess,
The incoherence for me,
Of the confusing signals you brought.
Nevertheless a surprise unfolds.
Like the first snow of winter,
That I used to fantasize.
You became the first person,
I look forward to.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
