on the days that boredom peaked,
and i can't think of anything
beside this petty crush of mine,
i love playing this game,
where i guess this lottery.
is it the red, yellow, blue, or green?
i am hoping i picked correctly
like a gamble i would concentrate
to think and bet on my life.
will you pick the color of my handkerchief?
the fridays i look forward,
are the hardest prediction to do.
you hated that dreaded PE uniform,
but i hope you wear it.
for it's our only same shirt.
laughing at my own silliness,
for i invented something childish to play,
and no one knows the game,
except the player one...
not even the game character himself.
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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...
