slam/spoken word poetry.

a depressed otaku boy's shitty poems (:


19. thinking too much (part ii)

(an addendum to 'thinking too much'.)


i can't find her

i can't find her

no matter how hard i look

every room, every cabinet, every shelf

i swear i saw her

a quick glimpse in the mirror

5 seconds and she was gone

she seems so familiar

so near, but so far

her touch, her smile, her scent

the sound of her acoustic guitar

the flicker of her polaroid camera

but she left without a trace

i didn't even get to say goodbye.

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