You, sir, I wish I know How did you do it And you, sir, will never know How bad I wish I could deny it But yes. Somehow I am charmed by you
Never have I Expect to feel this way again With just a simple meeting A messed up one, I insist You swayed me To your rhythm of melody Now my heart dance To the music which I Happily sing along
I wasn't sure of my heart I'm fond of you That, I know, and I'm sure about But is it something more? Or is it just a fulfillment Of my loneliness and bore?
But, sir, my fingers froze To write to you To even send a simple hello Let alone to tell you how I feel
I am amused of myself How I able to write here about you But so, very, disappointed That I don't have the courage to write to you So here we are At a point Where no one said a single word no more Strangers again. With memories And how I wish It didn't turn out this way And how I miss The conversations I had with you
And so I wish you read this space In hopes the feelings get to you
Edit: No explanation needed. We turned out to be just as I expected. Strangers with memories