Standing alone,
strangers stared at me.
Confused of what to buy,
my heart is starting to get heavy.
Keep on walking,
as if something is going on.
But my mind wanders,
it is not in its right rhythm or tone.
Until I felt getting exhausted,
for no apparent reason.
I am not certain,
if I should really buy some crayons.
Twenty minutes later,
I have not chosen anything.
Thirty minutes later,
I did not see any shadows of you coming.
I ran outside the mall,
Someone called my nickname.
I stopped for a moment,
but only to feel tame.
Standing alone,
strangers stared at me.
Confused of what to feel,
my eyes burst into tears my baby.
I wrote this one seven months ago. We went to National Book Store together but he left me there, alone, because one of our friends asked him to accompany him. I was sad at that time but it wasn't because he left me there when we were supposed to go home together. After writing this poem in that night, I was happy. Weird ***** happened to me last year so whatever, even until now, weird ***** are still happening. HAHAHAHAHA
