I have these insane thoughts running in my head
and they are all about you.
The way you talk,
your imperfect, yet beautiful smile,
the way your eyes glow in the sun,
your expressions, varying from the darkest frowns and stares,
to the lightest grins and laughs,
without even wanting to
I have memorised them all.
What is this?
It isn't love for sure.
With you I get angry everyday,
there is jealousy in me
whenever I see you smile at another.
I want to punch you for all the times
you gave up the time we spend talking to each other,
to talk to this person who seems to have no significance in your life,
It seems like centuries before we speak to each other.
When I sit down and think logically
I should just stay away
and let you do what you want without me in it.
But in the end, you haul me back,
with those looks that have many effects on me.
It all began with the looks,
but it will never end because of those looks.
Now your looks have gone down,
but why do I feel like they will never stop?
Just yesterday when I sat by the window
embracing a fear that was spreading within me,
I turned in time to see your latest glance,
and that was all I needed,
to blink and look away
and wonder,
without much talking,
without friendship,
without a sense of commitment,
can there be love?
Is this what they call love at first sight?
and they are all about you.
The way you talk,
your imperfect, yet beautiful smile,
the way your eyes glow in the sun,
your expressions, varying from the darkest frowns and stares,
to the lightest grins and laughs,
without even wanting to
I have memorised them all.
What is this?
It isn't love for sure.
With you I get angry everyday,
there is jealousy in me
whenever I see you smile at another.
I want to punch you for all the times
you gave up the time we spend talking to each other,
to talk to this person who seems to have no significance in your life,
It seems like centuries before we speak to each other.
When I sit down and think logically
I should just stay away
and let you do what you want without me in it.
But in the end, you haul me back,
with those looks that have many effects on me.
It all began with the looks,
but it will never end because of those looks.
Now your looks have gone down,
but why do I feel like they will never stop?
Just yesterday when I sat by the window
embracing a fear that was spreading within me,
I turned in time to see your latest glance,
and that was all I needed,
to blink and look away
and wonder,
without much talking,
without friendship,
without a sense of commitment,
can there be love?
Is this what they call love at first sight?
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