how come we are so cowardly,
as if our weakness is not enough,
how come we hide behind the street lights,
thinking it's too much?
how come they are happy,
but they aren't even real,
and we stand here,
trying,
trying to think how it feels.
and maybe, just maybe,
we'd know.
but we're too cowardly, too weak,
us humans, you know.
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Her Notes, His Replies, Their Tree
Short Storyin which a shy,poetry loving girl meets an outgoing, cozy boy, through her writings.
