typically there, in ur perfect bench
handed that lil thing still
those sharp eyes that you’d never leave
those intangible illusions in you
those mysterious tunes you assume perfect
that wednesday at 1pm
i was in a classic hurry
it baffles me
how you called my name n smiled
it was freakin beyond me
i mean who can handle that smile
yet it was treacherous
quickly disappeared
like a quicksand!
so quick
in 10.800 secs
whatever those were gone
all gone….
no gazes, no calls, no smiles
not even a quick sharp glance
that elevator button in the first floor dumbly witnessed
thanks bud!
you captivatedly painted that last November
perfectly mess
i wanna stop all of these things
i thought i was over you
but it comes again
over n over again
why can’t i stop
i mean, what are you, bruh?
