The only one I know who preferred lemon-flavored lollipops above else. He always has jelly beans inside his pocket.
So, believe me when I say he has a sweet tooth.
The boy whom I'd known for years but still seemed mysterious to me.
He has his way of viewing things.
The 'friend' who told me to love myself first.
A role model, if I may say, he has taught me so much.
The kind of guy who blends in silently with the group, but he always stands out—at least to me. He wasn't that arrogant, not like the other guys.
The eyes hold all the story. But his eyes seem so unreadable. You'll never guess its emotion.
I love things that pique my curiosity.
He was good at hiding things.
He is an open book, but it takes a lot of time to decipher the words.
He's an abstract painting that needs an expressive mind to understand.
Like how one person stares at Mona Lisa, how people view Picasso's artworks, how detectives seek to find out the truth, how bookworms can't resist buying books—this is how it felt towards you.
06 SEPT 20
YOU ARE READING
Lemon Flavored Lollipops
PoetryAnd then years after, here I am. I write these for you, my first love, and for me who loved the love I was able to feel and express so young.
