She
Afternoon comes, the sun's heat is frying me at my seat.
Thankful to the cold wind making me last longer, even for a bit.
People pass by , right at corner of my eye
Only one figure my gaze focus for a while.
She was sitting right there,
Right there at the my back.
Pretending not to see her,
But right at the corner of my eye,
She's everything all I stare.
Short hair, Short bangs
Literally short, that's what she is.
But she's cute, yet so serious,
She's also beautiful yet you know she is
more.
Never thought I'll admire someone like her,
And I don't give a fuck for all I care.
I don't mind them asking me "why her? "
And just simply answer them, "Why not her? "
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Her Broken Letters
PoetryThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
