poetry no. 22
the school's festival is coming,
but i still can't go to school and it's quite depressing
for i really wanted to see you,
escape this gloomy room and dance with you.
but i can't do those things now,
not when i'm chained in this bedroom and can't even get out.
i hope you'll be here and save me,
because i already feel like dying when you're not around me.
—lali.
