I never knew you, I guess, only a freckled smile
Later I heard your laugh—it stung like tear of crocodile.
I watch my step around you now, I subtly turn around.
I like to think I'm over you but
I'm deep underground.
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A/N: It's been a year since I wrote Someone I Sit Next To In Spanish.
This is addressed to the same person.
However this poem, unlike its predecessor, is not a lament but a taut whisper into the mirror.
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PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
