the rain is dropping in the background,
pit-a-pat as my snot falls down.
my head felt light and dizzy...
and for sure i know my nose is reddish.
like the sometimes annoying person you are,
you told me, "but idiots don't catch colds."
with the playful laugh i remember you most,
i said, "shut up, it's not a serious cold."
that was all i can recall,
as everything went fuzzy, cold,
and then comfortingly warm...
where i felt your hand on my head--
and i am not quite sure...
if it was the medicine working out
or it's just you performing wonders
on my ridiculously weak heart.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PuisiAn 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...
