Poem.
It is 11:59 pm, a minute before
midnight and he thinks about
her. The girl from apartment
34b, the one who can'tt see;
who finished studying braile,
the day he brought her flowers.
She called herself, Dahlia.
Because people often claimed
she was beautiful, but she
was blind made her like a flower
with no fragrance at all.
He found himself stuck in love,
with a girl who can never read his
poems, if it wasn't in braile; the
girl who smelt like rain drops.
Sometimes, he can hear her
sing at midnight, a song that
can only make mockingbirds
put their heads down in sadness,
because she'll never know;
he loved her.
Sweden*
TylerLumberjack