He is chickened to take one step forward. She is dismayed to try him out.
She complains about the detriment he’s causing him. He doesn’t know she fell already, with dignity lost and humiliation covering her. He seems too numb to feel, or too pretentious not to know.
She can’t voice out all the anguish she endures. She waits. She looked foolish in front of his friends and hers as well. She never thought of falling in love with him, but it happened already at a very short time.
All the time, she itches to see him. She’s clutched by what other people say, yet she never intended to take in whatever people shouts at her eardrums.
There’s a great wall dividing them. And no one would dare to destroy it.
She saw him. He saw her. Yet there was no something, there was no… chance.
She sobs. He laughs. She surrenders. He begins to notice her.
Is it too late already for her to recover the intensity of her feelings? Or too early for him to make her feel so much heartache?
He seemed to take all of it easily. Thinking of him is her favorite way to kill hours away. He is so engaged on letting time run fast. She is so preoccupied remembering how to forget her emotions.
He’s still afraid to take a step forward. She’s still frightened her feelings might fade sooner. She’d laugh all the pain out. She’d burn it all, and be doubtful about him for the nth time in history.
He’s in awe of taking a step forward. She’s uncertain of trying him out.
What is their only chance? If they wanted to, they could make each other their own someone. Blurry. Unclear. Uncertain. Impossible. Lost.
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About emanilapoetry emanilapoetry formally opened on 19 June 2005 and is an online community of more than 400 writers and poets from various countries. As at 28 Sept 2007, this site has more 6,862 poem entries in archives.
