One’s Young Days

It was the rainy days of July you first smiled at me.
I wouldn’t have recognized you from the misty rain,
if not for that crooked smile I hate.
It was afternoon of November you first called my name.
Though it was not the sweetest of sounds,
how come my heart was beating like a drum?

by Keshia L.

(Just an old entry of mine. Written sometime during my freshman days in college. It has no title. Just pure expression of infatuation. I kinda like its rawishness. I’m capable of liking someone other than animes, after all. Ha-ha!)

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