peter

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peter richards

he was confused.
why he could see her not cry.
why he could see her smile even with no reason.
why he could see her silent instead of screaming.

she was not like him, he was beautiful in his ways
that girls swooned over him for being the bad boy.
but he does not know if they should swoon over
'the smoking prick who deserves to be kicked-out
in my household' like what his father said.

he sees her run even with those tangled hair filled
with juices of thrown bottles and food rotting two days
ago, she still begged for a friend.

"why didn't i say i was being a friend." he asked himself.
but it was too late, a spark of anger came all over him
as he walked in shame. the others gave him pats and boos
about him helping the girl.

"why did you help her, i mean you could've left her in
the dump." they asked but he glared as hard as he can
that he didn't want to help her, but what is the real
reason why he wanted to search for her and say sorry.

maybe prince charming wanted to say sorry for inviting
cinderella to the wrong ball, but he has her glass slipper
that glass slipper called love and his foot can't even fit yet.

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