Someone so different
So different to me
Don’t know
Why he behaves
So opaque with me
I never thought his reaction
To be
Discrete
With me
….
Why this...
Why this detachment
Still in need of a reply
From him
…
Will he ping?
…
Or will he not?
…
I m not sure
…
With the way
…The thing progress
…
Dishearten I don’t want to feel
…
Leaving me in this half way
I don’t want to break
…
…
Wish I hear, his reply soon
Where he can tell me
His problems soon
I m nervous
I m petrified
Stupefied
With this moment
What will happen?
The moment still needs an answer.
Sometimes I ponder to pass up this moment
As I feel the guy passes off the insult
And I like to turn a blind eye to the injustice I feel with him..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem