xxii.
your hand waved at me
and greeted other girls like a
routine; it killed me
zeicara saerin
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PoetryIn which a shy girl, even with a coward heart, loved a handsome boy. A haiku poetry. Featured in @WattpadPoetry's reading list under Haiku.
emotional damage
xxii.
your hand waved at me
and greeted other girls like a
routine; it killed me
zeicara saerin
