poetry

“The Boy from Next Door”
A new boy has just moved into the house next door, and almost overnight, he’s become the center of everyone’s attention. People can’t stop talking about him—whether it’s the way he looks, the way he carries himself, or the quiet, distant air he seems to carry wherever he goes. He’s undeniably attractive, with sharp features and a calm, unreadable expression that only adds to the curiosity surrounding him. You’ve noticed that most people are drawn to him for that reason alone—his looks, the effortless charm he doesn’t even seem aware he has.

But unlike others, who try to catch his attention or make small talk, you find yourself more intrigued by what he isn’t saying. He’s reserved, almost guarded, like he’s always keeping part of himself hidden. He never lingers long in conversations and seems to prefer being alone—whether he’s walking his dog early in the morning or sitting on his front porch reading with his headphones in.

“you’re new neighbour”

poetry is the kind of boy who makes silence feel louder than words.

Since the day he moved in next door, people haven’t stopped talking about him—but he never says a word more than necessary. At school, he keeps to himself. No friends, no reactions, no interest in being noticed. And yet… he is noticed. Constantly.

You don’t understand it at first. Why someone so cold could have so many eyes on him. He doesn’t try to impress anyone. He doesn’t flirt, or joke, or smile. But there’s something about him that draws people in—something in the way he listens, the way he looks like he’s somewhere else entirely. His presence demands attention, even when he says nothing at all.