The Stranger’s Smile

I borrowed the stranger’s smile.

I was this weird girl this morning,

Irritated with small talks,

About to run away from the party,

Drunk on some inspirational stuff.

Stuck between traffic and cannot screaming or cry situation,

The time just running by,

Waving at our commotion.

Almost down and complaining,

Still fighting to not to give up.

When a stranger didn’t say, it’ll be okay.

Gave me his smile instead.

Read yesterday’s blog here.

FLY, I SAY