He's different, I think
When I sat down firstly
I barely gave a blink
So did he, none did speak
But then he asked me
"Is that x over y?"
And he smiled so gently
So heavenly, it warmed me
I said, "Yes, yes it is,"
And returned the smile
half-heartedly
In hopes he'd return one back
Everyday, I sat beside him
Everyday, I hoped I could to to him
Everyday, I psyched myself
Everyday, I believe fate would bring him to me
I think I started to fall a little harder
in my mind, so much thoughts to ponder
"What if we fell together,
or would he treat me like another brother?"
His friends are vastly... different
Egos blown, language ever so sharp
They'd play and frolic around
But he, no, he'd rather sit and look around
Unlike them, he liked to smile a lot
Unlike them, he'd give and opt not to take
Unlike them, he'd speak with his eyes filled of genuine interest
Unlike them, he'd make you feel... warm... understood... human
Time passed, I did nothing
I was ever content with small talk
We'd have hard time graphing parabolas
But when will love come around, my own graph?
The last day came, and all we ever did was write
He'd make jokes, and I would laugh
The hour passed, now time to say goodbye
"Dart sa heart", he utters, leaving me to ponder
Time for judgment day came
I utter my wish for luck to him, him to me
A grueling hour or two ran by so fast
I sighed, was relieved, was done, but could not afford a glance.
"3 minutes left!", the professor says
I nodded sassily
He chuckles
He nods as well
I think
I ponder
I feel
"Did he even feel so differently about me?"
The day is done
He walked off first
I followed
But there was no goodbyes
and neither did close the door
so I was left open
"When would I ever see him again?"
But I'd like to meet
but the answer is never
maybe pain is part of this growing...
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
First step down
Glimpse of such pink lips
Heavily
Huffing, and puffing
Another step down
Eyes gaze upwards
Sinking, feeling
What're you thinking?
Gazes lock, I look down
Will your presence let me drown?
End of steps
You are gone
So am I
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC