I'm an introvert, he's an introvert.
We barely talk to one another and that's okay.
I'm not sure what he thinks of me,
For we barely know each other personally.
I'm an abstract, he's an enigma.
I didn't expect that a person like him almost decode my persona.
I'm not trying to be perfect, so as he.
We highly respect the difference of our identity.
Side by side like how a mirror shows it's reflection,
Two pieces of puzzle that fits in its discretion.
Only the water's ripple could put anything in action,
Two sides of a coin combined with a single translation.
He effortlessly attract good people because of his personality.
Like him, I'm also insecure that wants my feelings drafted in certainty.
I'm not sure if I could tag him as closer to a friend,
But I'll admit, I surely admire him secretly.
and that wouldn't end...
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Under the Stars I Write
الشعر[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
