I grew up realizing perfection doesn't exist But if it does, I think you are the closest meaning of it Your hair again falls stylish without effort Your dimples showing off Your music tickles my soul It touches the very strand of my allured mind Your shine is more than enough To light up my world forever- like in movies I couldn't forget the day I saw you on the screen You are making the huge crowd admire you more, Without even noticing it, They shout your name with enthusiasm As my heart does when I'm never existing to you Just plain. You and your bass, you set the stage on fire You hit every note with the so-called "perfection"
I knew it was back then I couldn't forget every detail of how you looked I memorized everything I recognized about you Curly hair, charming eyes, gorgeous dimples They mean "perfection" to me
Sounds eccentric but my mind is dictating That we should know each other, we must Too bad, we didn't. Not even a single glance of dejavu Our lives resides on different galaxies No memories, no talks, no interaction - plain nothing I tried to search our lost, stolen moments But I got nothing but eyes full of tears Begging the Divinity to somehow collide our stars But no. Because I forgot the most important thing You are the bright star and I am a dead asteroid's dust A particle unseen in a vast majesty of celestial bodies All I could do is watch you from here, lightyears away You are embracing the sun. A dust like me will never be the sun.
I'm crying. Zildjian, this one's for you. I really hate it when I admire someone too much that my admiration became equivalent to the amount of pain I felt realizing I'm just a fan. JUST a fan forever. But what should I do? I love being a fan of you.