Now,
we're back to
normal.
Even though
I wept
when I left
the other
you.
I had to
face
my reality.
With this
Yoongi
who doesn't
have any
clue.
I didn't
go to school
today.
And you suddenly
visited
me;
out of the
blue.
Speaking of
blue,
your hair
did stood out.
Striking,
soft,
and smooth.
"Hey, Hoseokie."
you said
as you sat
on the side
of my bed.
"I miss you."
you whispered,
loud enough
for me
to hear,
but soft
like
honeydew.
YOU ARE READING
tourist ⇨ min + jung
Poetry❝listen closely, sweetpea. kiss him if you want to; but keep this in mind- you are just a tourist in his life. I was his first love, and I'll be his last.❞ (inspired by lang leav's "borrowed love".)
