The day started out in a drunken mess.
One noticed by many
Unseen by others
Not the mess
But the person
He knows about it and is still concerned
With my original plan
And missed my French yet again.
Thank the gnikcuf lord. I thought I could do it but it seems like that’s impossible.
What I met
With the long queue of kids with their own seemingly significant line of problems
Was the shyness of a smile and a confident voice speaking out
Like years have passed
Just like that
I accepted it
With open arms
And I craved for more
Like seeing the sun shine for the first god damn marvelous time after nothing but a down pour of rain and clouds
And it turned me over with the ideal strength I had been needing for a while now.
No grammar needed
The silence of a jig-saw puzzle filling in the gaps
And the shaking of hands
That accompanied me
With that pain
For the first time
I truly wanted
To draw the butterfly
With the blue ink of someone I look up to
I know thank god.