What can I say?
He was my kryptonite
He was my star
Not that he did anything matters
But I misinterpreted it
I knew it then and I know it now
He is still a star
But now he's shining for someone else
Not that I felt the butterfly again
Because I didn't feel like I used to feel
But my lips curved when he greeted
Oh shoot.
This has happened before
I wonder if I actually were facing him
How would I react?
What would I say?
Is there even anything left
In here after years
Of not seeing each other?
One single hey
That is all the universe needs
And my facial muscles contracted
Pulling the corners of my lips up
YOU ARE READING
Dusk Time Poems
诗歌'Baby, life is full of uncertainties. The only certain thing about it is the end of it.' A collection of poems based on feelings, experience, and observations. I poured my heart here, might as well be a diary. I write poems in my mother language too...
