Wednesday, September 17, 2008
oh, i pray for the death of the term called strangers.
there you stood,
ignoring his very presence.
all he wanted was a simple conversation.
but you didnt even take a look at him.
its been so long.
but has he not been forgiven?
your smiles and laughter and your voice,
booming with euphoria in your clique of friends,
they were not loud enough to drown,
the regrets and guilt and sorrow,
from screaming deep within his heart.
and yet, he wasnt even allowed a word of goodbye.
for your cold eyes fixed upon the door,
and you walked out,
without turning to take a look back.
he never had experienced a bus ride that burned so much in him.
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7:45 AM
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