my boy next door
i would stare out my window
at the second floor next door
hoping to see the golden light
fall on your auburn hair.
and you would look back at me
smiling that heart-fluttering smile
and I would know then
my morning was going to be nice.
i would water the plants
that my mother had bought
just so i could see you.
and you would insist your mom
to let you dry the clothes because
you would want what i did too.
and when i would fight with my mom
or just feel blue,
i would sneak out of my room
and climb up to you.
and we would spend the starry night
watching the gloomy sky,
talking our endless talks
with cans of soda up on your roof.
but darling, you're a imagination.
this poem's just my dream.
but wouldn't it be nice
if for a moment,
you were actually my BND?
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my boy next door/ iii/ eunoia
