Oh god! you never get worn out
The moments of the days and nights.
When i think anything excessively personal;
Exclusively romantic; all i see is you!
When i make my further move on my life;
You get in like an unwashable memory.
Sometimes it's just glimpse of expectation!
The day you stopped talking was the day i started trusting.
I was unwilling, aggressive , little flirty:
you perked into my little heart
Poached out the future memories with your face.
Your ugly little face, still it's the one i found attractive;
You impeccable, imbecile , ignorant ugly liar;
For what you missed was out in words in air.
Once from your mouth, now in my hands;
How did you manage to poach into my future photos?
You ***** liar; Daydreams are all about you!
Better daydreams than expectation in reality;
For there is a reason they are called daydreams.