Monday, 14 December 2009

just this.

there's this girl, you see
but i've never met her.
nor do i wish to, really.
but she scares me just a little.
a threat.
a bubble of resentment.
a silent stare out the window.
like the very thought could stir
dust from the past
and leave me on my ass
in the wake of a reunition.



  1. I say "no" because of the subject, not coz your poem's bad, or because you shouldn't feel however you want to feel.

    Does that even make sense? Whatever.

  2. haha it does make sense. i was just having a moment of insecurity, is all. don't happen often, mind you.